#a derek drabble is in the works i promise

[keenvictory]

i need you to know that seeing loser and baxter in the same sentence almost made me pass out amen

Baxter is one of the saddest, wettest, silliest little losers I have ever seen and I love him all the more for it.

short NSFW drabble under cut <3!

I truly deeply believe he would be the neediest loser in the bedroom too, all that elegant composure melting away underneath your warm hands. It's a game almost, to see how unashamedly desperate for your touch you can make him.

Teasing him until he makes the most undignified noises, whining pathetically for you, his hips bucking into your hand as you pump his poor, tender cock.

And he just can't keep his mouth shut either, rambling about how good it feels, how gorgeous you are, how much he wants you, how much he loves you in between pants and breathy moans.

But there are much better uses for his pretty mouth and he is eager to serve. His orgasm is all the sweeter for having earned it. But even when he's wholly focus on pleasing you with his lips and tongue, he can't stop himself from moaning against you, one of his hands straying to stroke himself.

He's selfish in that way. Needy little thing.

[emeraldserenade]

Glass Agent ~ Emily Prentiss

synopsis: You never took the praise, you always tried to stay out of the spot light.

tw: fem!reader, glass child syndrome (because I'm writing one for every character I write for rn), reader's parents are horrible, barely edited.

fic, ficlet, drabble, request

Happy Pride Month!! I have a Wanda Maximoff as well as a Natasha "Phoenix" Trace fics coming soon!!

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When you joined, everyone thought you were just shy. That you would warm up to them all, but it never truly happened. Sure you did get more comfortable talking to them, you no longer apologized for even calling their attention. But you tried to avoid going out after cases with them, if there was an event you would try and get out of it. They noticed the way you would hang on the edges of the group when you weren't being actively conversed with.

When Derek left, it seemed to get worse. He was the one that would always force you into the spotlight, the others didn't want to make you uncomfortable. Emily came back to Luke Alvez in her desk and you took over the empty desk across from Spencer.

The way you stuck to the side, offering a small wave when Penelope said your name, only seemingly comfortable outright talking to Luke caught her attention. At first, she assumed you and Luke were a thing and that you were shy.

But then she heard a conversation between you and Penelope. "I can set you up on a blind date! I have a friend and he's super nice!"

"Penny, I appreciate it but," Penelope cut you off with a small dramatic sigh.

"Come on, I promise he won't hurt you," she tried to appeal to you.

"Penny, I like girls," you told her, rushed it out really. "And I really haven't told anyone but Luke. And only because he tried to do the same thing you just tried," you explained and Penelope tried really hard to back track.

"Oh, oh my! If I had known, I wouldn't have suggested a man!" She apologized and Emily stopped eavesdropping, fearing that she would be caught.

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From that moment on, Emily kept her eyes on you. You avoided direct eye contact and when though you brushed off praise, your entire being lit up at it.

Then your parents showed up, they were in the round table room when you walked in. You froze, your eyes on them and their frantic faces. "Oh, y/n! Thank goodness you're here!" Your mother rushed to you, everyone expected a hug but she just stopped short and looked you in the eyes. "Please tell them that your brother is in danger," she begged.

"I," you froze on your words. "I can't, mom," you settled on. "I haven't heard from him, or either of you, in years, how would I know?" You wanted to tell them to fuck off, to leave you alone like they had been since Jace was born, but you couldn't. If Jace was in trouble you needed to hear her out a bit.

"Well, he's always had problems and now he isn't answering my calls!" She told you, your father ended up standing behind her. His hands on her shoulders and his eyes on you. Your eyes darted to your team to your parents and back to your team and back to your parents.

"Can I go with them? Check out his apartment?" You asked lowly, shrinking in on yourself.

"We will go with you, right?" Luke questioned, looking at Emily who nodded.

"We will all go," she affirmed.

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Then it happened, you walked into your brother's clean apartment. It was lived in and there were absolutely no signs of forced entry. You walked around a bit before you heard it. "What the hell are you all doing in my apartment?"

"Jace! Oh my baby!" Your mother flung herself into his arms as you reappeared from the hallway.

"Y/n? What are you doing here? Are these people with you?" He was holding a few bags of groceries.

"Mom showed up at my work said you hadn't been answering her calls," you told him. "I work with them," you gestured to the others.

"It was three hours mom! I was at the movies and grocery shopping!" He chastised and you hung your head lightly.

"You made it sound like days," you muttered to your mother.

"It felt like days! What if his appendix tried to rupture again!" She argued.

"Good bye, mom," you told her, leaving your brother's apartment without so much as a second glance. You stood outside against the wall when the others walked out.

"When you told me you had a complicated relationship with your parents, I didn't think you meant that," Luke said, everyone else in various states of disbelief.

"She didn't even acknowledge that she was in the wrong. That she had a complete favoritism," Spencer mumbled as he walked to you.

"It's been like that since Jace was born," you told them, leaning your head back on the wall.

"Have you heard of glass child syndrome?" Spencer questioned and you looked at him briefly. "It's what happens when one child is ignored and called so independent unless something bad happens while the other is coddled and it's almost like their problems fill the space. The child that develops glass child syndrome often was only praised for never causing trouble and being so easy to raise. They often didn't ask for more, demand space, or throw tantrums because they knew it wouldn't do anything. They tend to stay out of the way, don't ask for help, always listens but never shares and says that they are fine," Spencer paused for a deep breath and you let Luke hug you as you shifted uneasily. "They often apologize for their needs when they do express them, feel guilty for taking up conversation space, and some times believe that attention given to them is stolen from someone who needs it more. Vulnerability often feels like a burden, praise makes them uncomfortable so they brush it off, and they tend to disappear when life gets hard. Often it's not because they want to disappear but because growing up, that's what safety looked like," Spencer nodded at the end and you let out a dry laugh as you pulled away from Luke.

"Yeah? That's what my therapist says I have," you muttered, your eyes lined with tears. "Told me that I need to ask for what I want and all that stuff," you sighed, moving to the car you were in on the way there. The door was unlocked so you just jumped in, ignoring the way your chest was tightening with the urge to cry.

"I had the others ride in other cars," Emily told you as she jumped in. "That way you can have the space you probably want," she added on.

"I should have known that he was ok," you mumbled. "My mother always blows everything about him out of proportion, his problems were scraped knees and the occasional ticket," you were glaring at the dashboard in front of you.

"There's no way you could have, you only knew what she told you," Emily tried to be helpful, wanting to help you feel better.

"But I know my mother, I know how she," you cut yourself off with a small sigh. "It's stupid, never mind," you shook your head, you were domineering the conversation and it wasn't even that important.

"It's not stupid if it's bothering you," she told you and you said the first thing you could think of to keep her off your back as you saw the parking garage.

"I like you, a lot," you told her and jumped out of the car as soon as you were able to. You rushed to the others, gripped Luke by the arm, and pulled him to the stairs instead of the elevator.

"Woah, woah, Miel! What's going on?" Luke questioned as you started your decent up the stairs. meil = honey

"Emily was telling me that it wasn't stupid if it was bothering me but, you know, I don't like talking about my family so I just blurted out that I like her a lot," you told Luke and he paused.

"You told our boss about your crush on her?" Luke gave you an incredulous look and you groaned.

"I know! I fucked up," you told him. "I'm going to have to transfer, or quit and go back to my shitty public service job," you complained as Luke and you started walking again.

"Miel, you're not going back to your public service job," he told you.

"Why? You gonna pay for me? Let me mooch off you for the rest of my life?"

"There's a term for that," he said as you kept slowly climbing the stairs.

"I was avoiding saying it, Luke Alvez," you told him, pausing at the door to your floor. You two walked into the bullpen and you paused, everyone was standing there and staring at you two. "I might take you up on that offer," you mumbled and he shook his head at you.

"What offer?" Penelope looked between you two and you just shut your mouth and grabbed your things.

"Nothing, going home now, bye," you rushed out and no one said anything as you mumbled to yourself.

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Emily was standing outside your house, she wasn't even sure if she should be there. You seemed pretty unwilling to talk about what you said, but there she stood with flowers in her hands. She had talked herself into and out of knocking on your door, it seemed like you knew she was there when your door opened.

"I got the ring alert when you got here. I've been watching you stand here for a few minutes, decided to put you out of your misery," you told her, letting her into your house while taking the flowers from her hand as she wordlessly handed them to you.

"I wanted to talk to you about what you said," she told you as you gestured for her to sit down on the couch.

"Ok," you sighed, worried on where this was going.

"If the flowers weren't clue enough, I like you back. I have for a while," she clarified and you paused your action of putting the flowers in a vase.

"Oh," you knew she could read your shock but you also didn't know what else to say.

"Oh?" She questioned as she walked closer, taking the flowers from your still frozen hands and putting them in the vase for you.

You watched her for a moment before she was standing in front of you again. "Can I kiss you?" You blurted before covering your mouth in fear.

"Can't kiss you if your hands are in the way," she muttered, slowly moving them away as she leaned in. Your lips brushed hers before she deepened the kiss, kissing you breathless in your kitchen.

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[softspiderling]

elle’s archive

-ˏˋ. stiles stilinski ˊˎ-

we always find a way (to make it out alive) ➵ beacon hills holds a lot of bad memories for you. you’re still not sure how you let yourself be persuaded to go back.

-ˏˋ. derek hale ˊˎ-

but I need your lips on mine ➵ derek hale is a mystery you have yet to solve

How You Get The Girl ➵ it’s been six months since Derek stopped replying to your texts, so why was he suddenly standing in front of your door?

-ˏˋ. jake "hangman" seresin ˊˎ-

જ⁀➴ drabbles

how you first met (and how you became more)

you’re dating (but no one knows)

you’re married (but in secret)

you pick him up from the airport

જ⁀➴fics

songs about girls (like you) ➵ Jake has finally returned from his mission.

how do you love somebody else? ➵ the one where you and Jake are exes.

get like me ➵ the one where you defend Jake’s honor.

five kisses ➵ five kisses with Jake

never knew (that I could fall so hard) ➵ You and Jake are friends. Just friends

── ࣪˖ ࣪ ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ── wingman's best friend universe ── ࣪˖ ࣪ ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ──

all the fics below are part of the same universe, but can be read as stand-alone fics!

hooked from hour one ➵ the one where you share a mutual friend, but are unaware of it

baby, you down? ➵ your best friend is a naval aviator, but apparently so is the guy you’ve been dating? Yeah, funny how life works.

cruel existence ➵ you get hurt at work and Jake spirals

-ˏˋ. bradley "rooster" bradshaw ˊˎ-

જ⁀➴ drabbles

you're married (but in secret)

જ⁀➴fics

summer days (drifting away) ➵ Bradley bumped into you at the beach and then just keeps doing it

speak now (or forever hold your peace) ➵ it’s supposed to be the happiest day of your life.

cross my heart (hope to die) ➵ it’s easy to fall in love with Rooster. It’s a bit harder to be in love with him.

-ˏˋ. natasha "phoenix" trace ˊˎ-

you're married but in secret

-ˏˋ. pete "maverick" mitchell ˊˎ-

he likes you (but in an annoying way)

do you believe in love at first sight (or should I walk by again) ➵ the one where you keep running into Maverick.

-ˏˋ. tom holland ˊˎ-

you mocha me crazy ➵ an encounter at a coffee shop leaves you with more than a cup full of coffee

summer days ➵ it’s just one of those rare summer mornings. They were Tom’s favorite

five signs you’re too close to your boss ➵ you liked being the personal assistant of the CEO of Holland Enterprises. But sometimes you wondered if you were too close to your boss.

dance your worries away ➵ when you signed up for a beginners ballroom dancing class with your boyfriend, you hadn’t expected to be standing without a dancing partner. But then again, life has a funny way of working out

things you left unsaid ➵ having casual sex with Tom despite having feelings for him? What could go wrong?

put in love and don’t give up ➵ honestly, you never pegged Tom for the kind of guy that ghosts people, but here you are. Ghosted.

will you find me (afterlife) ➵ the five stages of grief start with denial and it didn’t seem like Tom was going leave that stage anytime soon.

honest feelings and bad timing | Teaser | One | Two ➵ It’s always been you, Tom and Harrison. A package deal. But sometimes things change.

swanky fortune ➵ when you clicked the ‘donate’ button on the GoFundMe page, you never would have expected to actually win. But are you going to take advantage of the opportunity or will you embarrass yourself in front of your celebrity crush?

of broken promises and heartbreak ➵ It’s been six years since you and Tom broke up, six years since you’ve last seen each other. A lot has happened, Tom got insanely famous, making countless billion dollar movies, attending one red-carpet event after the other. But now he was attending one event, he wasn’t sure he was ready for. Your wedding. And he wasn’t attending as your groom.

-ˏˋ. peter parker ˊˎ-

need a ride? ➵ just because you were at a country club, doesn’t mean you had to behave well

Talk To A Stranger! ➵ you liked talking to strangers. Well, when it’s not in real life, that is.

no air ➵ Short breath, panic flooding through the veins, sweat trickling down the sides. Peter knew the symptoms of a panic attack just all too well after a fight with a certain villain from space. Didn’t mean he knew how to prevent them, though. Luckily, you were by his side to help.

heavy burden ➵ you liked to live your life like you want it, but there was always someone who stood in the way of that. Always.

[reidsmouthbabys48]

summary: reader got carried away with marking spencer the night before so he goes to work with hickys all over his neck.

Warnings: allusions to smut, bau!reader, idrk what else this is just a little drabble I came up with.

"Y/N!," Spencer yells from his bathroom and you get up to see what he wants, when you walk into the bathroom you see him standing infront of the mirror with his chin slightly up, examining his neck. "Theres so many! Derek is going to have a feild day with this" he says rolling his eyes, he puts on a baby blue button up and a pair of black dress pants then throws on a sweater vest.

"You didn't have a problem with them last night baby, if I remember your words correctly you said 'mark me mommy, I want everyone to know I'm your little slut' " you say teasingly, his face flushes bright red and he clears his throat.

"Let's go" he says, his face is still flushed as he walks past you.

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You and spencer have been dating for three months, still nobody knows but you have a feeling that's gonna change today.

As soon as you and spencer walk through the door you move to your desks, that are right across from each other. There's no case today so it's paperwork day.

"My man, you finally got some action" Derek says loud enough to swarm Emily and jj to him.

"someone was hungry, damn" jj laughs you look up from your paperwork and see spencer blushing from his face to his neck.

"Who's the lucky lady?" Emily asks and spencer stutters.

"I- uh, that's none of your business, go away" he squeaks shoving his face in his hands, Emily and jj look at you knowingly.

"Oh my god, spencer who did that to your neck?" Penelope chimes in as soon and she sees what everyone's talking about.

"Let me see" you say obliviously, standing up from your desk and walking over to his, you lift his ching up a bit and laugh. "Damn, she took her time with you" you say and spencer blushes and looks back at his paperwork, "get back to work everyone, and spencer cover those up please" hotch's voice boombs from the other side of the room, everyone scurrys back to their desks and Penelope grabs a blushing spencer and drags him to the bathroom.

-spencers POV-

"Spencer reid, who did this and why did you not cover them up" Penelope says and I look down at the floor as she rummages through her makeup bag, "she told me not to" I whisper and she smiles.

"Ohhhh, she calls the shots" she says and I blush, "it's ok girls like submissive guys" she says as she put concealer on my neck, she blends it in as I stare at the ceiling, I don't defend my 'masculinity' because she's not lying y/n loves me being submissive and i do too so it works.

"Seriously tell me who, I promise I won't say anything" she beg as she puts her stuff back.

"I don't believe that" I say and she pouts, she's never been good at keeping secrets like never.

"Come onnnnn, does she work here" she asks and I roll my eyes, "bye Penelope, love you mean it" I say and she laughs "hate you kidding" she says as I walk out the door and back to my desk, hickeys no longer visible.

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idk what this is I'm bored asf and it's been half written in my drafts forever

[jobrookekarev]

Back to December: Chapter Two

Chapter: Two of Four

Words: 2,742

Summary: An accident brings Alex and Izzie back to Grey-Sloan Hospital. There they meet Jo again, but she's already moved on leaving Alex to pine after the life he lost.

Fandom: Grey’s Anatomy.

Relationship: Alex Karev/Jo Wilson(Past), Alex Karev/Izzie Stevens, Jo Wilson/Jack Gibson.

Characters: Alex Karev, Jo Wilson, Izzie Stevens, and Amelia Shepherd.

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Angst, Relationship(s), Hurt/Comfort, Family, Alternate Canon, Drabble, Pining, Drama, Slow Build, Sad, Slow Burn, Pregnancy, There Is No Happy Ending.

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A few hours later, they had Izzie settled in a room as a transfer to any other hospital was unavailable until tomorrow. Amelia had come over to see them and take new scans. From the look on her face, she had no good news for him.

“As you can see from the scans, the tumor in the temporal lobe had grown down and is now invading the epithalamus and thalamus. This is what's causing the dizziness and the fainting spells. At this point as the tumor grows, it will only get worse until eventually you will have blackouts and seizures. There's a few drugs we can try to stop the progression and ease some of the symptoms, but I would recommend surgery…”

“No,” Izzie cut her off, her voice rising into a shout. “We already did the surgery, Shepard. I can't fight it anymore.”

“I haven't done surgery on you,” Amelia asked looking over at him, confused.

“She’s talking about the surgery Derek did on her brain tumor back in 2009,” Alex whispered to her as Amelia sighed, but nodded. 

“Okay, I can at least give you something to help ease the symptoms. I've looked over your medication list and I know a few things we can add that will slow the progression. I’d also like to keep her overnight to keep an eye on her. I know neither of you want to be here but I'll try, so I'll try to make it as comfortable as possible,” Amelia said with a tight smile looking over Alex and Izzie. 

“Thank you,” Alex said with a nod.

“Of course” Amelia just nodded, looking down. “I just wish there was something I could do.”

“I really appreciate it regardless,” Alex said looking over Amelia as her smile turned to one of genuine kindness. 

She nodded toward the door, and they both stepped into the hallway. Once he closed the door behind him, Amelia immediately wrapped him up in a tight hug. It had been a long time since Alex had been hugged this intently by anyone. Amelia had always been the second closest sister to him. When no one else was on his side, and Amelia was arguing with Meredith, the two of them always had each other. Even after everything he'd done, it was nice to know he still had a little bit of family left.

“Is it true that you’re back in town?” Amelia said with a smile as she pulled away. 

“Yeah, we've got a little place closer to Lake Washington and Robbie lives there too,” Alex said with a smile of his own. 

“So, are you guys going to stay here after Izzie…?” Amelia asked, her smile growing as She raised an eyebrow at him.

“Yeah, but I won't come back to work here,” Alex said, knowing that there was her next question. “As much as I love it here, I won't do that to Jo.”

"You know you could've called," Amelia said softly, punching his shoulder lightly, but with enough force to sting.

“I'm sorry,” Alex said rubbing the area

“I'm just glad you're back though. I hope I get to see more of you, if you don't disappear on us again.” 

“I promise I won't.”

“Good, have you talked to Meredith or seen her yet?” 

“No, not yet.”

“Alright, I'll send her your way and give her a warning about Izzie as well.”

“Thank you, Amelia, for everything,”

“Of course, that's what family is for,” Amelia said with a smile, she seemed to hesitate, but reached up to hug him again before she turned to leave. Although she turned back to glance at him, probably to check that he wasn't going to run away. Alex didn't blame her for that.

Before he could go back into the room Alex looked around and saw a pair of pink scrubs headed towards him. He looked Jo up and down as she held her swollen belly and waddled towards him. It was a slow pace and she avoided his eyes as she stared down at the papers in her hands, no doubt, the urinalysis results. 

Alex waited for her to approach him. His heart fluttered in his chest and he felt a familiar twinge of anxiety curl up in his stomach. He wanted to run but his feet didn't dare move. Yet a moment later she was standing before him. Jo looked up and held up the papers in front of her stomach. She didn't speak, just stared at him, then she cleared her throat and looked down again.

“I have Izzie's pregnancy test results and saw her brain scans,” Jo said, still looking down as Alex could only nod. “Is there anything that Amelia can do?” 

Jo looked up at him with a little bit of desperation in her eyes, but Alex just shook his head and her face fell. “It's too far along. We knew that two years ago. Our goal was only to slow it down, we did and it gave us two more years with her, but now…”

“I’m sorry, Alex,” Jo whispered to him as he felt his heart skip a bead and it took him a moment to respond. 

“I'm pretty sure that I should be the one saying that to you,” Alex finally said, looking down and not bearing to see the look on her face. 

“Yeah,” Jo trailed off, and he could feel her eyes on his. “But is this the real reason why you left?”

Alex could only nod and take a deep breath as he finally looked back up at her. “By the time I got there, Izzie’s cancer had progressed to the point where it was hard for her to keep up with her work and to take care of the twins. I took over everything for her. I cooked, I cleaned, I took care of her and I became a father to the twins. I was working from dawn to dusk and I was up in the middle of the night when Izzie would get up thinking it was the wrong time of day or when Eli would have a nightmare or Alexis couldn't sleep because she thought her mom would die in the middle of the night. A week turned into two weeks and then into a month and then I still haven't figured it all out and I had no idea how I was going to even take the time to call you about all of this.”

Alex trailed off as he looked over at her, she stared back at him. This time she didn’t take her eyes off of him. She stared into his soul in a way that only she could. He got caught up in her honey brown eyes. Something he used to love, and somehow he had longed to do again. Now he wanted to savor this moment as it was probably the last one they would have together. 

Alex fumbled over his words as he didn’t dare look away from her. “I had to take care of the twins. I had to give them some sense of normalcy and give them one parent that they can rely on.” 

Jo nodded, although she didn’t seem satisfied with his words. She put a hand on her belly and rubbed up and down. Alex looked down at her bump. He wondered if she was carrying a boy or a girl. If she had decorated a nursery, or if she just had a hamper full of clothes and a bassinet. He knew her and knew that it was probably a mix of the two. 

“Why didn't you tell me all of this,” Jo let out a breath bringing him back to her. Her voice was a little bit of desperation and a little bit of frustration mixed together. 

Alex looked down, ashamed of what he had done. “You were my first thought…. But then it all just happened so quickly. By the time I got your voicemail I, I panicked. I had to take on so much so soon and I didn't want you to bear this burden when it was my alone.”

Jo shook her head as she crossed her arms. “Alex, in all the years we were together, have you ever faced anything without me by your side? I was always there for you, to support you and love you. I would have, I would have…”

Breathing out, tears collecting in her eyes, Jo quickly wiped them away. He thought he should say something or comfort her, but she just continued.

“I would have loved your kids, I do love your kids. I talked to them downstairs, and they're just the sweetest little things. Hell, I would have helped you take care of Izzie. I would have moved to freaking Kansas to be with you!”

Their argument caught the attention of all the nurses and other staff. They eavesdropped into their conversation with glances at them, trying to appear busy and failing. No doubt everyone had been waiting for this moment to play out.

“I know,” Alex said, wishing he could reach out to touch her but knowing it wasn't the place to do so. 

“Why didn't you let me?”

Alex just shook his head. “I thought I was doing what was best for everybody.”

“That should have been my decision to make,” Jo said as she took a step back. He knew she wanted to run, but then she remembered the papers in her hands and looked down at them.

“I was so overwhelmed Jo, I didn't sleep, I didn't eat, I wasn't thinking straight! I knew that if I brought you into this, you would be as stressed and as overwhelmed as I was. I thought I'd lose you too. So I let you go. I thought you would move on and get married again and have a family and you did! You have everything you’ve ever wanted and I'm, I’m so happy for you, Jo. I love you enough to be incredibly happy for you.”

Alex tried to smile, but all he could manage was to turn up the corners of his lips. He could barely hold back the tears in his eyes. From the look on Jo's face, she was doing the same. She looked up and a few of them fell on her cheeks, but she quickly wiped them away. 

“Izzie is not pregnant,” Jo said, standing by his side as she handed him the papers. “Although her electrolyte levels are low, so I’ll have the nurses come by with some extra vitamins and fluids.”

“Thank you,” Alex said with a nod, the two of them stared at each other, but not truly saying the other person in front of them.

He didn’t want to part with her, but she seemed eager to leave. Jo took a step back before turning to leave. Watching her go, he wondered if this was the last time he would see her. Suddenly, Jo bent over, holding her stomach and letting out a grunt. Alex raced to her side, putting a hand on her back and leaning over her. He suspected from the look on her face and the way she held her belly that she was in labor.

“It’s going to be okay, Jo.” Alex tried to reassure her by running his hand up and down her back just the way she liked it.

But Jo just shook her head, closing her eyes as tears spilled over onto her cheeks. She put a hand to his chest and pushed him away. “Let me go!” 

Alex did as she asked but, she leaned heavily on the wall and braced herself on the railing. He wished she would let him help her, but he knew it wasn't his place anymore. The pain must have finally passed, as she stood up, and Alex watched her.

“Are you okay?” Alex asked, knowing he wouldn't believe the answer she gave him.

“I'm fine,” Jo said before bending over in pain again, this time crying out. It went again against every instinct inside of him to not reach out and hold her. 

“Should I get Carina or Meredith or…” 

He wasn't sure if he should call Jack, he didn't even know his number. 

"No, I'm fine, just..." 

Jo gasped before and looked down at her pants, Alex looked down too, to see a wet spot growing as the water trickled down her legs.

"No, no," Jo said, holding her belly. "It's too early, they're not due for another week," she breathed out. 

"It's twins, they come early."

"I know that," Jo snapped at him, gritting her teeth.

Alex looked up as one of the nurses came running over. “Dr. Wilson, what is it?”

“Dr. Wilson is in labor. Get me a wheelchair and page Carina DeLuca." Alex reached out his hand to her, offering it, but Jo just shook her head and instead turned to lean on the nurse who offered her their help.

He followed, but Jo stopped and turned around, putting a hand up, forcing him to stop. “Don't, Alex, just go back to Izzie.”

“Jo,” Alex breathed out. He wanted so desperately to go with her, but he knew it wasn't his place, although he wished it could be.

“Is there anything I can get you, Dr. Wilson?” the nurse asked, helping her along.

“Jack, I want Jack,” Jo breathed out, desperate for him, and she squeezed her eyes shut, tears falling from her cheeks again. “Can someone please get him? He's down at the daycare with Luna.”

Alex swallowed the lump in his throat. Hearing Jo call out for someone other than him. The man she loved now. The father of her children. It was the final straw. He knew she was closed off to him completely and that she had truly moved on. 

“Just take care of her, please,” Alex said, knowing Jack would be the one to comfort her now.

“Don't worry, Dr. Karev, I've got it,” Jo snapped at him.

Alex swallowed the lump in his throat again, staring at them. He watched as a few nurses came to help them, one bringing a wheelchair. They helped Jo into it, and she didn't protest as she sat down. They quickly wheeled her away, and Alex watched until she disappeared around the corner, knowing he would never see her again.

He looked down at the results in his hand. Izzie was supposed to be his focus now, although his mind could only think of Jo. Alex reluctantly turned back and went into Izzie's room, vowing to take care of her and the kids now. He decided to call Susan and have her bring the twins up to Izzie’s room. They deserved his full attention now too.

[sterek-ao3feed]

Bite Your Tongue

Read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/55872154

by quelling

A witch cursed Stiles, who now really wants Derek to sex him up. It's a trope.

Inspired by this tumblr post: Does anyone want to bite down into my shoulder while they fuck me? I promise I'll whimper and moan about it. ~ 6love6bites6

Words: 518, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall (Teen Wolf)

Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski

Additional Tags: Drabble, witch's curse, Sex Pollen

https://archiveofourown.org/works/55872154

[sterek-ao3feed-archive]

Not a Fool

https://archiveofourown.org/works/51807361 by Goddess47 "It's a trap but I will protect you," Stiles promised. Words: 100, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Additional Tags: sterekdrabbles, Drabble, Established Relationship read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/51807361

[cas-kingdom]

For drabble requests how about something for Greys Anatomy where while Derek is busy in surgery the reader comes in injured and Amelia is there to comfort her and make the medical decisions? It doesn’t have to be anything serious really, I’d just love some reader and Amelia bonding 🥰🥰🥰

The walk of shame along the corridors of Grey Sloan was not altogether unfamiliar to you. Many times had you trudged reluctantly along the polished floors of the surgical unit, clutching some injury or another, purposefully trying to avoid the eyes of anyone you knew--which, in such a unit, was pretty impossible.

Years ago, you would have been slightly less embarrassed. Kids always got into medical equipment, right? At least kids of surgeons who were constantly working. But now, it didn't seem quite right. You were a month away from Johns Hopkins, had aced all your exams and probably wouldn't have even needed the reference letters from half the surgical team, and here you were, head hung low in disgrace as you held your bleeding hand to your chest.

If it weren't for the fact you knew your dad would absolutely murder you if he found out you had hidden an injury from him again, you would have locked yourself away in a break room somewhere and attempted to patch yourself up best you could. Alas. Your father was Derek Shepherd. And after the broken nose you'd managed to keep from him for almost twenty-four hours a couple years ago, he'd all but held you hostage until you promised on his life you wouldn't do it again.

So, here you were. Reluctant as hell but somehow still not regretting the situation that had lead you to this moment.

"Hi, have you seen Dr. Shepherd around?" you asked a passing intern. When he made to walk over to the surgery board, finger already pointing at one row in particular, you visibly grimaced.

"Uh, no, the other one. Amelia Shepherd?" You had no intention of crying to your dad today. Your pride had been smashed to pieces enough.

The intern pointed down the hallway and you saw your aunt walking around a corner with another nurse. Pressing your lips in a thin line, you thanked the intern and followed after her. Your pace was fast enough not to lose her but slow enough that you had time to rehearse your lines before you were bombarded with judgment.

Amelia ducked into a radiology room and you steeled yourself before pushing the door open. "Amelia?"

"Y/N. Why are you holding your hand like that?"

You wouldn't have been surprised at the question, in fact you had fully expected it, if Amelia had turned around to actually see who had walked through the door. Your aunt could do powerful stuff, but mindreading was not on that list.

"I saw you earlier." Amelia turned, arms crossed, brows raised. "Well done, by the way. Meredith thought it would take you longer to find someone. I said it would take..." She glanced at her watch and shrugged. "Twenty minutes. Not bad."

Her supposed victory was short-lived when she looked up. Her eyes fell on your hand and her face dropped as she walked quickly over to you. "I'd rather you not drip blood on the floor," she said, an obvious tease behind her words, as she gently pulled you over to sit down.

You made a face, not having realised. "Oops."

"Oops is right, kiddo." Amelia knelt in front of the swivel chair and let you uncover your hand, humming under her breath when she noted the long, jagged line running down the side of your hand from the base of your wrist to the middle of your pinky finger. "How'd you manage this, huh? Don't tell me you found the electrical saw again."

You rolled your eyes. "I stabbed myself, actually," you said matter-of-factly.

"Ooh, that's a new one. With what?" When your reluctance finally kicked in, Amelia looked up. "With what, Y/N?"

Your hand began to throb and only then did you decide that answering your aunt's questions was probably the easiest way to getting relief. "A needle," you said. "I found a suture practice kit and, oh my God, Meelie, you know that's like giving me candy. I couldn't just leave it alone."

Amelia nodded along, gently probing at the red skin around your wound. "So you practiced sutures on fake skin and, what? Sewed yourself?"

"There was a noise outside and I jerked my hand," you deadpanned. Amelia glanced up, on the verge of laughter, and you looked away stiffly. "It hurts."

"Well, lesson learnt. For now," she added after as a second thought. There was a short silence after that was broken only by your hiss of pain when Amelia touched an exceptionally sensitive spot. Sucking a breath through her teeth, the surgeon sat back on her heels and looked up at you. "How were your sutures?" she asked. "Straight? Neat?"

You lit up, Derek's smug smile curving your lips not a second later. "Straightest and neatest you'll ever see."

"That's my girl." Amelia squeezed your knee before standing to her feet and taking out her phone. "Now, what do we tell your dad when he sees you later with stitches in your hand?"

You couldn't have groaned louder. If the chair didn't have a straight back, you would have fallen backwards with the force of it. When you righted yourself, a fierce look of indignation on your face, Amelia wasn't even attempting to hide her amusement.

"I need stitches?"

"Yup. Aaand, lucky for you, I think Derek should be out of surgery by now." Chipper as ever in the face of her niece's almost tangible disgust, she held open the door and nodded in its direction. "Come on, kiddo. He'll be glad to do a little needlework. Bring him back to basics."

You rolled your eyes once more as you got up, cradling your hand to your chest. "Like brother, like sister," you grumbled as you passed your aunt.

"What was that?"

"I said: like brother, like sister, you sadist."

Amelia snorted.

Grey's Masterpost

[itskindamagical]

Spencer Reid x GN!Reader Drabble

AN: so I’ve been going crazy over early seasons Spencer and I thought of this really cute idea where the reader makes Spencer promise to come back safe before he leaves for a case.

This scenario takes place after season 4 episode 3, Minimal Loss, where Reid and Prentiss go undercover at a religious commune, but before the next episode.

Ps. Formatting is shit bc I’m on my phone

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The BAU team just got back from their long flight. Reid was packing up his stuff quickly, but tried not to look too eager to leave- even though he was eager to leave. The two of you were going to have dinner together, something you both didn’t get to do often, with Reid being so busy. He missed you. Hearing your voice on the phone was fine, but didn’t do justice to seeing you in person.

“Man, I could really go for a burger right now. Anyone feel like joining me?” Morgan asked openly to the whole office.

“Can’t,” Prentiss started, “I’ve gotta do this really important thing- called sleeping.” Her comment earned a chuckle from Morgan, who then turned to Reid expectantly.

“I can’t either,” Reid avoided Morgan’s gaze, hoping he wouldn’t pry into why Spencer wasn’t able to join him. “I’m busy tonight.” Reid finished packing his bag.

“What?” Morgan smirked. “You gotta hot date?” He looked to Reid expecting an immediate no, but when Reid stayed silent, this piqued Derek’s interest. “So you do have a hot date! Damn, really- my man.”

“I-it’s not a date, I mean, you don’t have to call it a date, just.. two friends.. having dinner together. It doesn’t have to be a date.” Reid was blushing, confirming all the more to Derek that he was going on a date, or at least, Spencer was hoping it was a date.

“You really like this chick, huh,” Morgan teased, causing Spencer’s blush to deepen.

“Good for you, Spencer. I hope, whoever it is, that they are a catch,” Prentiss emphasized ‘they’ just a little. She suspected Reid of not being straight, at least not entirely, so she always used inclusive language, not so subtly hinting to the others to do so as well.

“Well, whoever it is, they are going to have to take a rain check. I’m approving a case that’s gonna have us all boarding the plane in just a few hours,” everyone turned their heads to the blonde, JJ, who shared the unhappy news. “Sorry.” She frowned and handed each of them new case files.

Reid mirrored this frown, immediately feeling a rush of disappointment, followed by a small wave of guilt. He hated having to cancel on you. You both tried your best to work around each others schedules, which would rarely work out times to be together. You both tried to make up for the lack of companionship with phone calls and texts, which only did so much. You both cherished the time you spent together, never wanting it to end, but neither of you shared those feelings. You both were too nervous. Holding back a sigh, Reid fished through his bag to find his flip phone. He’d have to call and let you know he couldn’t make it. He finally found his phone, and frustratingly selected your contact, pressing the call button a little too hard.

You were in your car, only minutes away from the restaurant, when you heard your phone ring. You thought about letting it ring and just ignoring it, but had an inkling that it could be Spencer. You furrowed your brows, suspecting that he was going to cancel on you. Sadly, you were right. You tried to shake that thought from your head, telling yourself he was just calling to let you know he was at the restaurant already, or about to be there, or maybe even just running late. You wouldn’t mind waiting a little bit. You’d do anything for Reid. You were mentally crossing your fingers with hope, grabbing your phone from the passenger seat, and flipping it open with your thumb, answering the call.

“Hey, It’s Reid.” He didn’t have to announce himself, you recognized his voice immediately- but he didn’t have to know that. “Listen..” he paused and took a breath and you frowned. His hesitance confirmed your suspicions of him cancelling your… date. “I’m sorry. I hate cancelling on you like this- I just got this new case so last minute and we’ll be half way across the country by morning. I know you drove all this way. I’ll try to make it up to you. Next time we can go wherever you want.” He paused, trying to come up with more ways to apologize. You sighed quietly, trying to not let him hear. Your disappointment would just make him feel worse. Of course you wanted to see him. You missed him every day, but you were pretty understanding when this happened. You realized when you met him that this is how things would be if you stayed close with him, which is part of the reason you never pressed the idea of being romantically involved with Spencer. It still hurt, but all honesty, you were more concerned over him and his mental state. You wanted a nice night for the both of you, but you wanted more so for Reid to be able to relax and lessen his stress. It had probably been days since he had gotten sleep.

“Reid, please,” you paused trying to find the right words. “Are you sure you should be going? You need some time away. You should take a day off. I mean, you were literally almost blown to pieces just a day ago!” You paused and huffed but quietly added, “I miss you.”

“Y/N,” Spencer frowned, “you know I can’t do that.”

“I know,” you replied. The pit in your stomach grew, you felt selfish for even asking that of him. “I just.. care about you, please try and get some rest.”

“I will.” He paused and sighed. “You know it’s not because you aren’t important, right? Because you are, important.” Hearing those words made tears well up in your eyes.

“Spencer, I know. Thank you. Please don’t get hurt.”

“I’ll try.” You could hear the smile in his voice, which made you grin a little bit.

“Call me when you can. Promise me you’ll come back safe?” It was a childish thing to ask, but it made you feel better.

“Y/N, you know I can’t-,”

“Spencer,” you interrupted him. “Spencer Reid, promise me you will come back safe. Just promise. For me.”

There was a pause, but you heard him clear.

“I promise.”

[themetaphorgirl]

Okay a Hotch whump drabble idea just bc the latest one has inspired me, I don’t know if Sean would visit again after that whole adoption fiasco but maybe there’s a phone-call or something (a situation where Sean basically rejects Aaron completely) and he’s in his room and Alex checks on him and he gets to the point where he says ‘why does nobody want me’, unbeknownst to them Spencer’s been eavesdropping and he crashes into the room like ‘I WANT YOU!’ And then Alex and Spencer comforting Aaron (maybe when Aaron is asleep Spencer can say something like ‘nobody wanted me either until I came here and you guys found me, but we found Aaron too! Why doesn’t he know it yet?’)

oof my whole heart

this actually ties really well into the 18k word backstory oneshot I wrote with Aaron (but haven’t posted yet) and the Spencer backstory oneshot I’m currently working on.

(and it ties perfectly into the last chapter of Patron Saint. which should be getting updated on Thursday!)

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“Alex, you’ve got to talk to him.”

She blinked in confusion. “Who am I talking to?” she asked as she opened the cover of anther return.

Derek glanced around, making sure no one was listening. “Hotch,” he said in a low voice. “He’s been in a shitty mood all day and it’s only getting worse.”

Alex frowned. “I haven’t seen talked to him since lunch,” she said. She glanced around Derek from her vantage point at the circulation desk; she could see Hotch sitting on the couch with the rest of the group, his textbooks still closed as he tapped at his phone. “Do you think he’s sick again?”

“I don’t think so,” Derek said. “Not this time.” He shoved his hands in his back pockets. “I think he’s sad about something, but it’s coming out angry.”

Alex bit her lip. “I’ll talk to him,” she promised. “Spencer’s doing okay though, right?”

“Yeah, he’s fine, little man is playing with Penny’s Nintendo,” Derek said.

“And doing badly?”

“Oh, it’s horrible. I didn’t know it was possible to fuck up Animal Crossing that bad.”

Alex laughed. “Let me make some headway on these returns and then I’ll come check on him,” she said. “Let me know if anything changes.”

Derek nodded and headed back to the group. Alex picked up another book. The sophomores had just finished their research papers for history class, which meant they all returned their sources at the same time.

A notification lit up on her phone; she paused to pick it up and check it. She didn’t use social media that often but the other kids sure did, and Emily had tagged her in half a dozen memes on Facebook.

Absently she scrolled through her feed, and then froze.

Aaron Hotchner was tagged in a comment.

It didn’t make sense, Hotch used social media less than any of them. But she stared at the photo and the caption and the comments with growing horror.

We welcomed our sweet boy into our home three years ago, but today it’s official! This morning the judge signed the papers and Sean is officially a Eubanks. While the circumstances surrounding his adoption are tragic, and we will always miss my sister Elizabeth, I know that adopting her baby boy as our own is exactly what she would have wanted. Mommy and Daddy love you so much, Seanie!

Hotch’s younger brother grinned in the photograph with their aunt and uncle on either side of him, posed in front of the judge. At least a hundred people had liked the picture, and dozens of comments congratulated the new family. Someone had commented “too bad Aaron couldn’t be there!” with his name highlighted in the tag, but his aunt hadn’t replied.

Alex dropped her phone in her pocket and left the desk, abandoning the books. “You,” she said, startling Hotch enough that his phone slipped from his hand.

“Why?” he asked, glaring up at her.

“Because I said so. Come here.”

He rolled his eyes and pushed himself off the couch. Alex took him by the sleeve, dragged him into her office, and closed the door. “Are you okay?” she demanded.

“Why would I not be okay?” he asked.

“Because you-“

“I’m not sick,” he said flatly. “I just didn’t sleep well last night.”

“But I saw-“

“I’m really not in the mood for you to fucking mother me to death, so if you don’t mind, I have homework to do,” he snapped as he turned towards the door.

“Aaron!” she said. “I saw.“

He froze, his back to her.

She took a deep breath and lowered her voice. “I saw,” she said again. “I saw the photo, and the caption, and everybody saying congratulations.”

He didn’t move.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I’m so sorry.”

He was quiet for so long that she worried he hasn’t heard her.

“They didn’t even let me there,” he said in a small voice. “I knew they were going to…but I thought…I thought they’d at least invite me.”

Alex stepped behind him in and slipped her fingers around his wrist. “I know,” she said softly.

“They changed his name,” he said. “Not that…not that I even wanted this name, but we don’t even have the same last name anymore.” Alex stroked the soft skin of his inner wrist. “He already called them mom and dad but…this is different. This is permanent.”

She could feel his pulse picking up, and when she tugged him to turn around he didn’t fight her. “I’m so sorry,” she said.

Aaron rubbed his eyes with the heel of his palm. “God, I don’t know why I’m so upset,” he said, a wet laugh breaking from his throat. “It makes sense. He doesn’t remember Mama, what he remembers of Dad is that he’s a piece of shit. They might as well adopt him.”

His eyes were red-rimmed and welling up. Alex squeezed his hand. “You’re allowed to be upset,” she said.

“It’s stupid.”

“Doesn’t matter.”

“Why didn’t they take me too?” he burst out. He dragged his hand over his face. “God, it’s so fucking stupid. I don’t even like them, I don’t want to be adopted, I’d fucking kill to have my mom back, but…why didn’t they take me too?”

Alex didn’t know how to answer. She held his hand in both of hers, smoothing her fingertips over his knuckles.

“And now Sean’s got a new family, and he needs me even less than he did before,” Aaron said bitterly. “God, why doesn’t…why doesn’t anyone ever want me?”

“I want you.”

Spencer peeked around the door, hazel eyes huge in his pale little face. Aaron’s shoulders hitched. “Yeah?” he said, his voice thick.

“Yeah,” Spencer said, still half hidden in the doorway as if he was afraid he’d said the wrong thing, and Aaron choked on a sob and held out his arms. Spencer closed the distance between them, wrapping his arms around his neck, and Aaron scooped him up in the tightest hug possible.

Alex kept one hand on Aaron’s back and the other on Spencer’s arm, trying to make sure that both of them were okay. She let Aaron cry quietly for a while, until she could feel his shaking start to subside.

At long last Aaron set Spencer carefully down on his feet. “Sorry,” he said, his eyes downcast and his face red and puffy from crying.

“You don’t have anything to be sorry for,” she said. She squeezed his arm. “Do you feel a little better?”

He nodded, wiping at his eyes. “I’m…I’m going to go wash my face,” he said. “You’re not going to tell the others about-“

“Not a word to anyone about anything,” she promised. She pulled him into a gentle hug and kissed his cheek. “But come talk to me when you need me, okay, Bubba?”

He sort of smiled at her. “Okay,” he said, and he slipped out of the room.

Spencer wrapped his arms around Alex’s waist and leaned against her. “Is be okay?” he asked quietly.

She brushed his curls back and kissed the top of his head. “He will be, baby, he just needs a little time,” she said.

“I don’t get it,” Spencer said, snuggling his cheek against her hip.

“Don’t get what, baby?”

“Nobody wanted me either until I got here,” he said. “But I figured out that you guys wanted me. Why hasn’t Hotch figured it out yet?”

Alex sighed heavily. “I think you were still hoping you could find a family,” she said. “But I think Hotch gave up a long time ago, and he still needs more convincing that he has us.”

[beachy--head]

umprompted japril drabble (takes place in season 19, nothing really spoilery)

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It's late at night when they find themselves in bed (but not doing the things they usually do and are very good at when they're in bed). He's reading a medical article, slightly tilting his iPad to the left so April doesn't see what's on the screen (they have a strict 'no work in the bedroom' policy, so he's technically not supposed to read about the latest advances in skin-grafting procedures at 11 p.m.), and April is preparing for bed, sitting on the mattress, putting lotion on her hands and then rubbing them together. And again. And again. And again.

"You're okay there?"

"Mmmh? Yeah, I was just thinking."

"About what?"

"What you told me about Meredith coming here to work on Alzheimer's for Zola, wanting to cure it."

She finally gets in bed, her cold feet immediately moving to cover his warm ones, and he has no plan to ever admit it out loud, but he kind of missed this when they were apart.

"Just got me thinking, that's all."

He knows her. That's definitely not all. So he puts the iPad down, scoots over her to rest his head on the same pillow.

"It's just so... intangible. The disease. I can't wrap my head around it. Can you imagine, not remembering me? Not remembering Hattie, or Samuel?"

He knows the disease takes no prisoners, doesn't care about intellect, stubbornness or feelings. He knows you can try with all your might to fight against it, but that it's currently, despite Meredith Grey's (and, once upon a time, Derek Shepherd's) best efforts, a losing battle, no matter how many memories you cherish or how fiercely you love someone.

And yet, even at 80, even with his mind a grey fog, he can't imagine ever forgetting a red notebook, orange scrubs that turned to blue, a hotel room in San Francisco or a drive to Lake Tahoe. Mossy green eyes, a dimple and a laugh that always warms him up. A sonogram then a coffin, the weight of his newborn daughter in his arms, her smile during her first dance recital. Everything is burned into his mind, and she's right: it's incongruous to imagine that just a few defective neuronal connections could take it all away.

"I can't imagine it, no."

If I can't remember anything, I'll remember you, is what he wants to say. But he's not going to insult her intelligence by telling her what she wants to hear, because she deserves more than a promise he may not be able to keep.

He watches her as she studies him, as if she wants to commit to memory the entirety of his face, lines, freckles and creases, before it's too late. Words can't convey what he wants her to know, so he lets his fingers trace the shape of her cheek. You're everything. The bow of her lips. You'll always be more than just a sum of memories. The space between her eyebrows. How can you forget someone that is a part of you?  He moves even closer to her, his hand continuing its journey and finally finding a home on the small of her back.

He may not be able to kiss the fear away from her face, from her mind, but he can very damn well try.

[betbeton]

HII HII!!

I thought of this one to!! I hope that’s alright with you, I hope you’re doing great today :) I’m grateful to have you as a friend, but anyways I’ll get started

Can you do Derek Goffard with a S/O who has a Courier Personality From Akudama Drive?? Headcanons and a Drabble :)

Sorry for sending in a lot of crossover request😭 I promise you I’ll request at something that isn’t a crossover, I’ll think of something :))

But have a great day :D

Derek Goffard × Courier S/O

Cut added due to length

· GN Reader ·

· A/N - ah yes derek the rat bastard, love to hate 'im. Send in all you like it's mwah chef's kiss ·

He wouldn't explicitly say he enjoys your company

But he doesn't hate it

He likes that you don't speak often and really like your professionalism

He could do without the sometimes one-sided or brick wall conversations

Even if he ignores you or gives short blunt answers he expects you to not do the same

Due to your reserved personality you don't tend to irritate him enough to deal with his anger all that much

Though he does have a short fuse so if he comes home angry watch out

A look could be enough to set him off

Another day, another time for Derek to stomp around the house angry over something his father had said during a family lunch. You hadn't attended for . . . obvious reasons. Any sane person wouldn't be caught dead in a confined space with The Goffard Terror when he was pissed off. You had stowed away in the study working on some paperwork as he stomped and threw things about your shared home. With one last unintelligible angry scream he slammed the large door to the study open. Turning in your chair to face him you resisted the urge to taunt him further instead rising from your chair and fishing out the small pocket knife you kept close for times like this. Walking over to the flushed and fuming blonde you held the tool out towards him.

"Go on. Don't want to take that anger out on your father later at dinner."

[punkedpascal]

THE THINGS WE DO WHILE...

... while showing we care for each other.

→ 8 drabbles showing sweet moments between Aaron and Emily, where they show each other, and the others, how they care for one another.

AARON HOTCHNER x EMILY PRENTISS Wordcount: 6.4k Read on AO3 or below the cut!

→SHARING A CUP OF TEA.

It wasn’t news to anyone that Aaron was the worst among the team members when it came to taking care of himself on a case. He’d leave the precinct after the others, and he would show up before everyone in the mornings, sometimes even before the detectives. In the early stages of her time on the team, Emily was convinced he slept at the various precincts, pushing chairs together, or curling up on the hard, uncomfortable couch in the waiting are to get some sleep before the new day dawned upon him, and his focus had to be on the case again. Over the years, he had worked up an impressive technique of working on little to no sleep, though the longer the cases dragged on, the more his mood and expression betrayed him. Emily knew Gideon had tried to push on it, though it had been years ago. David had given up, not seeming interested in bothering the unit chief anymore, and the rest of the team preferred to move on, solve the case and get home.

One by one, they left the room, this time it was a case worked from the comfort of their own bullpen. Jessica had picked up Jack from school, offering to let him stay at her apartment for a couple of days, knowing how a case engulfed their attention, and while both Emily and Aaron did their best to leave their FBI–personalities outside the door, it wasn’t always the easiest, and neither one of them wanted to bring the grim stories of the victim's home to where Jack still enjoyed a partially normal childhood.

Derek nudged her shoulder as he was about to leave. “You should probably get him to sleep. He’s going to burn himself out if he continues at this rate.” The agent spoke, his tone low and careful as he made eye contact with her. “I’d tell him myself, but let’s face it, he only really listens to you around here.”

“I will do what I can.” Emily nodded, shooting Derek a small, but reassuring smile. She couldn’t promise him anything more; even when she did her best, she couldn’t always win in the battle against Aaron’s stubbornness. She sighed as the rest of the bullpen cleared out for the day, David waving at her as he left his office. Soon, she was all alone, her gaze locked on the figure she could see through the window to his office. 

He was hunched over his desk, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose, and the stack of casefiles on his desk did not appear to have shrunken over the time they spent working; if anything, Emily was convinced it had grown, noticing how Erin Strauss had marched into his office with a couple of files she didn’t believe he had done well enough. 

Sighing, she got up from her chair, abandoning the papers she was working on scattered across her desk in the bullpen, as she headed for Penelope’s office. The technical analyst had gone home for the day, but she had previously given Emily free access to her storage of tea whenever she wanted (or needed), something she decided she did now. Only a couple of minutes later, she headed towards his office, a colorful mug in her hands, also something she had borrowed from Penelope’s impressive collection. 

He lifted his head as she knocked on the door, nudging the door open. “Oh, you haven’t gone home yet?” Aaron spoke, his brows furrowing, seeming genuinely confused as to why she was still at the office. After all, he had noticed how the others had gone home, one by one, the unmistakable slam of David’s door signaling he was the last to leave, and even that had been a while ago. “I thought everyone had gone home for the night.”

“Everyone has, but I’m not leaving without you.” Emily shrugged, placing the cup of tea in front of him on the desk, watching as he scrunched up his nose, seeming skeptical about the smell of it. He wasn’t usually a man who went for tea as his hot beverage, preferring to drink coffee, but Emily knew there was no way she’d be getting him to rest if he was pouring down caffeine late at night. “I noticed you pinched the bridge of your nose, do you have a headache?”

“No.” Aaron huffed, leaning back in his chair, though he knew she was seeing right through it. That was his tell, his way of inaudibly letting the world around him know there was a pounding in his head, that at the worst point made the letters on the papers scramble into incoherent jumbles. “I’m fine, Emily. I promise.”

“You promise a lot of things, Aaron.” She sighed, tilting her head a little as she leaned forward, gently pushing the mug closer to him, stifling a slight chuckle at the sight of a grimace slipping onto his face. “The promises you never keep, and the promises you usually lie about, are the ones regarding yourself and your own health.”

He wanted to argue, but he knew she was right. Emily knew him better than he knew himself, and he wasn’t going to lie; it frightened him. She could read him like an open book, no matter how closed off he tried to be. Aaron always considered that to be the most impressive thing about Emily, the way she had no problems fitting all of his darkness into her light. Sighing, he pushed the cup of tea back towards her. “Thank you, but tea really isn’t my go–to drink, you know that.”

“I do.” Emily nodded, a small chuckle rolling off her lips. “However, if I am to succeed at getting you to bed and making sure you sleep more than two hours, I can’t get you a coffee.” 

Aaron shrugged, getting up from his chair. “Doesn’t mean I can’t get one myself.”

“I had Anderson unplug the coffee machine.” Emily replied quickly, lifting the cup to her lips as she sipped the hot beverage. From the corner of her eye, she noticed how he froze, an unimpressed look on his face as he eyed. “Come on, you’re not thinking I had him unplug it just so you wouldn’t get coffee, are you? I’ll have you know it’s out of order and needs maintenance too. Just a lucky hit it was tonight.”

Aaron rolled his eyes, before returning to his chair, glancing down at the paperwork on his desk. “Well, the papers are here, and I still have a bit of energy to go, so I’m not leaving.”

“Neither am I.” Emily shrugged, placing the cup back on the desk, getting comfortable in the chair. He returned to work, scanning the reports and scribbling down his notes, seeming to just completely ignore the fact that she was still in the room. It didn’t take long, however, until he reached out for the cup, mindlessly finding himself sipping the tea, grimacing as he realized what it was. “Force of habit?”

He nodded, rubbing his eyes tiredly. “And possibly a sign that I should go home. Are you ready to go?”

“Always.”

→WATCHING  THE OTHER.

It was almost weird how natural the two of them felt together. Aaron couldn’t quite remember how he knew his feelings for her were more than being just friends, but he knew he was grateful she felt the same for him. Of course, one of the hardest parts was keeping it a secret. Keeping their distance at work was not difficult; not unless they worked rough cases, cases where one of them would feel the need to reach out and hold the other’s hand, or give the other a hug. Outside of work, it was a bit more difficult. He managed to sneak off fairly often, claiming he was visiting Jack at Haley’s before he returned to the comfort of his own apartment, or that he had other business to attend, that just so happened to be none of the team’s business. Emily, on the other hand, struggled to sneak off with the same elegance. It reached the point where Sergio the Cat became known as only Sergio, her super–secret boyfriend, which happened to be the only way Penelope and JJ (and sometimes even Derek) would let her go.

Coincidentally, she had a desk that was easy to see from the windows of Aaron’s office, and the two of them often found each other sharing looks throughout the day, silent conversations simply shared via their gazes. They were also good at making sure they weren’t spotted – not spotted too obviously, at least. 

The team had returned from working a fairly standard case; nothing that had touched them too bad. Not more than the usual, at least. Quite like any other day, Aaron had retreated into his office, burying himself in the casefiles, having avoided them on the jet. However, it didn’t take him long until he was staring off into the bullpen, his gaze landing on Emily. He could feel his expression softening as he laid eyes on her; she just had that effect on him. It wasn’t until the sound of someone clearing their throat was heard at the door, that he came to realize he wasn’t alone. 

“Anderson.” Aaron barked sharply, his expression hardening again, a sheepish smile spreading on the face of the agent. “What do you need?”

“Just checking in on how the files are coming along, sir.” The agent nodded, glancing out into the bullpen. “I won’t tell anyone, Agent Hotchner. However, I did hear Agent Rossi mention he was stopping by to have a chat with you; he might leave it alone if he notices.”

→KEEPING INFORMATION.

“Hey.” 

The simple word broke through the walls of thoughts Emily found herself bouncing between, a sigh escaping her lips as she lifted her gaze to see Aaron. He was standing in front of her desk, a worried look having replaced the regular stern expression they were all used to seeing. “Hey.” She forced a smile onto her lips, hoping it was enough to keep him from digging. “I’m ready to go home whenever you are.”

Aaron remained quiet, his face softening, though he found himself still worried. Emily Prentiss, who was usually happy with a sarcastic comment up her sleeve, had let several moments of commenting pass by her, and had barely even noticed how Derek and JJ had waved at her as they went out for the afternoon, deciding they needed to reboot their brains for the next day. “I ordered pizza. If we’re lucky, we’ll make it home before the pizza guy shows up on the door.” He offered quietly, a small smile tugging on his lips as he reached out for her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. 

Not more than five minutes later, they were making their way into the elevator, and Aaron noticed how Emily was barely able to keep it together. “Emily.” He spoke, his tone soft and gentle, as he turned towards her, the worried look back on his face. “I need you to talk to me, what’s going on?”

“I’m okay, Aaron, I promise.” Emily choked out, nodding at him. “Just a really bad headache.” She chewed on the inside of her cheek, not sure whether he believed her or not, but that wasn’t important. Or, it was, but it fell second in line to her biggest worry right now – keeping her past to herself.

Emily Prentiss had never told her colleagues in the BAU about her past, her time being Lauren, her time spent in the company of world-wide wanted terrorist Ian Doyle. Years ago, before she joined the Bureau, she had been killed, Lauren being wiped from the world, as she returned to being Emily. Throughout the night, he would keep asking, his hand brushing against hers, a thumb running across her jaw or cheekbone, the words falling easily from his lips. Are you okay? Do you need me to get anything? Do you want to talk about it? 

She hated not being able to talk about it.

Scratch that.

She hated not wanting to talk about it. 

However, talking about it would put his life at risk. It would put Jack’s life at risk. It would put the team’s lives at risk, and she had already seen far too many people being injured, or even killed, due to her decisions. She wasn’t about to let the man she loved, the boy she considered her own family, and the team – her found family – be at risk because of her. 

You keep asking me how I’m doing, and I wonder if I, one day, might be able to tell you the truth. The words echoed inside Emily’s head as they snuggled close to each other underneath the covers that night, her head on Aaron’s chest, his arms tightly around her as she listened to his steady heartbeat. I wonder if I’ll ever be able to tell you what has been bothering, tell you about the ghosts that keep haunting me.

This was not the time, however. Emily Prentiss decided to remain silent about the matter. Not because it was for the best for her, but because it was the best for everyone else. She cared too much for anything else.

→PREPARING THE OTHER’S FAVORITE FOOD.

“Please, go back to bed.” Aaron chuckled as he heard them shuffle into the kitchen behind him. “That goes for both of you.” He sighed, turning to find Emily and Jack, hopeful looks on their faces. For the first time in what felt like a life–time, they had a Sunday–morning off – a morning that didn’t include Jack having an early soccer tournament, or Penelope calling them, her voice laced with inaudible I’m sorry’s as she told them there was another case. Therefore, as the man of the house – or more because he was the one who didn’t mind getting out of bed before 9 am, he had taken it upon himself to make breakfast. 

“Can I help?” Jack chirped happily, climbing up on a chair by the kitchen table, waiting for his father to respond. “You know I love making pancakes!”

Aaron turned, handing a cup of coffee to Emily, before ruffling his son’s hair. “Who said I was making pancakes?”

“I know, because I’m a profiler – just like you and Emily!” Jack smiled proudly, causing the older Hotchner to chuckle. Emily pulled out the chair next to Jack, sitting down as she observed the father–and–son duo, her heart nearly swelling with pride as she came to realize (once again) how lucky she was to spend her life with the two of them. Aaron eventually caved, helping Jack get in place by the counter as the boy wanted to stir the pancake batter. 

“Hey.” Aaron mumbled against her temple, before leaning against the table next to her, ready to proceed with the pancake making the second Jack deemed the batter was ready. “Slept well?”

“I did, though Jack was not the Hotchner I had expected to wake up with this morning.” She chuckled, pressing a light kiss to his arm, the part of him that was the easiest for her to reach. He wasn’t quite able to hide the smile that was spreading on his lips, though he was saved as Jack called for him, saying the batter was ready. Emily managed to pull him down before he left the table, pressing a sweet, gentle kiss against his lips, feeling his chuckle against her.

“If you want your favorite pancakes for breakfast, you might want to let me go, sweetheart.”

→HIDING TOGETHER.

If you asked them, no one could possibly give a clear answer as to why the team had ended up playing hide and seek. The case had been a rough one, kids vanishing left and right, and somehow, they ended up back in the bullpen at Quantico, doing what they could to coax even the slightest bit of information out of two traumatized six year olds. Playing innocent games with them had been Penelope’s idea; she was the only one who had seemed to get the kids to brighten, alongside Derek, and they had made the decision to partner up – they would partner with one kid each, Aaron and Emily, Spencer and David, and then JJ would be counting. Aaron hadn’t been sure about the idea to play hide and seek (and the kids later admitted that they were grateful he wasn’t counting, as they found the stern–looking man in the suit awfully scary). However, he had shoved down his pride, and his paperwork could wait – he was already behind, so what would a couple more hours do?

“Alright, so here are some ground rules.” Penelope spoke up, a hand still linked with the young boy at her side, who was staring at her with wide, though curious eyes. “JJ counts to fifty, and we have until she’s done counting to hide. Hiding has to be done on this floor of the building, preferably as near the bullpen as possible, but any room is allowed – offices, briefing rooms, underneath desks or behind plants. Creativity is your only enemy. Clear?”

“Clear.” 

The reply came in unison from the entire team, each and everyone of them ready for a proper battle. Aaron had abandoned the jacket of his suit on the back of the chair in his office, Derek had rolled the sleeves of his sweatshirt up to his elbows, and David had done pre–game laps of the building, figuring out whichever place would be the very best for hiding. In fact, Emily was quite sure she had seen Spencer studying the blueprint of the building at one point.

“Then I’m leaving the word to JJ.” Penelope nodded, crouching as she already started to plan out a place to hide with the kid.

JJ chuckled, clearing her throat as she caught the attention of the entire team. “Well – ready, set, go!”

Aaron couldn’t quite remember the last time he had seen the team scatter the way they did at JJ’s words, though he had hung back himself, chuckling a little as Emily grabbed his hand, desperately trying to drag him along (though she found it to be challenging; moving Aaron Hotchner was like moving a set brick wall). She assumed it just took him a couple of seconds to get the hang of the game, and soon they found themselves rushing down the halls, for a brief moment feeling like they were the two youngsters in her mother’s mansion again. 

“Tell me again why we’re doing this?” He mumbled as they ducked into a cupboard, bodies close as they returned to silence. Emily found herself tilting her head slightly backwards, fearing he would be so done with this already. However, in the dim lighting of the cupboard, she looked right into one of Aaron’s many grins – one of the grins that was usually reserved for her only, a playful spark in his eyes.

“It’s for the kids.” Emily couldn’t help but smile, sinking her teeth into her lip as she tried to stifle a laugh. “I must admit, this has to be the weirdest way we’ve worked a case – and that says a lot when it comes from the BAU members.”

“You’ve got a point there.” Aaron chuckled, shaking his head a little. He was about to continue speaking, when they could hear footsteps in the hallway outside, causing him to press the palm of his hand against her lips, taking another step closer as he pressed his body against hers. Just a couple of minutes later, the footsteps seemed to be gone, and Aaron dropped his hand, his lips finding Emily’s instead. “Would be a shame if we got busted right away, because I have a couple of things in mind that I’d like to remind you of before we step out of here.” He chuckled, his voice lower this time, as he once again connected their lips, Emily’s hands finding their way to the collar of his shirt.

Little did they know JJ was well aware of where they had been hiding, but as the team had been suspecting a secret relationship between the two for a long time, they had all made an agreement; if they ended in a situation where they could possibly bust them without saying it to their faces, they would leave them be. For the time being, at least.

→NOT LETTING GO OF THE OTHER’S HAND.

Aaron wasn’t a man used to feeling insecure; ever since his childhood, he had taught himself that insecurity wasn’t an option. He needed to be sure, and he needed to be able to stand for whatever choice he made. Throughout his career, he had found himself insecure only a handful of times – and most of those came within the span of the time he was being tormented by George Foyet. Even in the time after, he didn’t feel sure about a lot of things; he was ridden with nightmares and guilt, and the only thing that had really gotten him through it, was being able to spend his days with Jack and Emily. Then came the time case regarding Doyle, and Aaron found himself doubting his decisions again. He knew he made the right decision sending her to Paris, keeping her safe, but had he made the right decision keeping it from the team? His weeks spent abroad were spent second–guessing his decisions, guilt eating him up inside. 

He tried his best to keep it together. For himself. For Jack. For Emily. For the team. For his found family. Aaron hated the feeling of doubt, of insecurity, but he was human. There was no way he could go through a full life without feeling it. 

WITSEC had been everything Aaron feared it would be; challenging and quite boring. He was no longer Aaron Hotchner, and Jack was no longer Jack Hotchner. It hurt him to see how easily Jack had adapted to their new lifestyle. Did it fall easier to him, remembering how he had to do it when he was a kid, stalked by Foyet? Or was he simply just a well adapted young man? Aaron couldn’t quite be sure, and quite frankly he didn’t really want to think about it either. He had no idea when their lives would return to normal, if they would ever be able to.

No, he couldn't doubt that. He couldn’t doubt his team, the team which consisted of nearly hand–picked agents. They were capable of solving more things than most. Besides, he had made sure to leave Emily in charge, knowing she was capable of anything if it meant she got to protect the people she loved, no matter whether it was Aaron and Jack, or the neighbor who ever so kindly would swing by and make sure Sergio was fed and happy while she was out working cases. Never in his life could he find himself doubting Emily, he wouldn’t allow himself to do it.

It was late when the phone rang. Aaron wasn’t expecting any calls, causing his pulse to quicken, brows furrowing as he glanced at the screen. No caller ID. He didn’t pick up, fearing tightening in his throat as he thought the worst. Could it be Mr Scratch? Had he gotten the best of the team, and finally figured out the locations of him and his son, to come and end them once and for all? Aaron nearly shuddered at the thought, bringing his coffee cup to his lips. Outside, the dim moonlight lit the backyard of the small, suburban house they had been staying in. Had you asked him, chances are he wouldn’t be able to tell you where they had been staying. To be honest, he didn’t really bother, as long as Jack seemed happy.

Little did he know that on the other end of the phone sat an older man, desperately trying to remember whatever he could to remind Aaron of his life in the BAU. 

Watched Serie A. Forza Inter. – DR.

Aaron’s hope peaked at the text message. He didn’t even doubt it; this was an inside joke between himself and David Rossi, from back when the Italian had sworn to teach Aaron everything he knew about soccer – or football (David was an Italian, after all). He had invited the unit chief over to his mansion, and over a bottle of beer, they had watched a classic Milan Derby, where David’s favorite team AC Milan had beat city rivals Inter Milan, which just so happened to be his least favorite team. Since then, Aaron would joke about it, dropping a small, barely audible “Forza Inter” in tense situations to get the older man to smile.

When the phone rang again, Aaron picked up without hesitation, his blood freezing in his veins as he heard David’s voice. “It’s over, Aaron. You can come home. Mr Scratch won’t bother anyone anymore, but … it’s Emily. She’s in the hospital, Aaron.” 

He didn’t even hesitate, springing into action. Jack was confused as to why his dad was shaking him awake in the middle of the night, but didn’t question his motives when he said they could go home, finally seeing their friends and family again. A new text was received from David just a couple of minutes later; he had made a deal with JJ that Jack was welcome to stay the night at their house, something he eagerly nodded along with. Aaron knew Jack had been missing the time spent with Henry, the two boys being both close in age and the closest thing they could come to brothers. In the same message was the name of the hospital he could find Emily at. David said he’d meet him in the parking lot, more than ready to greet his friend welcome. It had been far too long since the last time.

Aaron was sure Jack had tried speaking to him multiple times during their drive, but he couldn’t remember anything the boy had said. He could briefly remember JJ greeting him as he dropped off Jack, before telling him to go see Emily. At the hospital, David stood where he promised. The Italian was standing by the end of the parking lot, near the entrance to the building, hands in his pockets as he patiently waited for Aaron to arrive. 

“There you are.” David forced a smile onto his lips as he engulfed the agent in a tight hug, a weird kind of gloomy feeling over their heads. “Emily took quite the hit in the takedown of Mr Scratch. She’s sleeping right now, and probably high on about eighteen different medications, but I’m sure we can let you see her. You’re her husband, after all.”

“She … she told you?” Aaron stuttered, a surprised look on his face. The two of them had gotten married, a rushed decision to pay a visit to the courthouse right around the time when Mr Scratch surfaced the first time, with plans to tell the team – however, seeing how affected Aaron had been from the case, they had decided to wait, not even filling out the needed paperwork for the Bureau until after he was back to normal. Instead, he was sent into WITSEC, and Emily had been left in the office of her now absent husband, going home to their empty apartment at night. 

“Yeah. I think it was about three months ago.” David let out a small chuckle. “You should’ve seen Penelope’s reaction – she was absolutely livid about the fact that Emily got married without her there. To be fair, I think we all were, in a way.” Aaron lowered his head a little, not even being able to utter the words I’m sorry. “Don’t worry, Aaron. When everything comes to it, we just want everyone to be happy and okay, even if that means we have to go through with a do-over wedding in my garden when all this blows over for good.”

Aaron nodded; he could accept that. 

The hospital was quiet, not that it came as a surprise. It was the middle of the night, and the only people to roam the halls (besides Aaron and David), were the nurses who worked the night shifts. They seemed hesitant about letting Aaron see Emily, but upon learning that he was her husband and a fellow agent of the Bureau, they gave in. David could have sworn it was the tears threatening to fall from Aaron’s eyes that had been what made them give in, and he had to admit, it was weird watching the normally cool and composed man like this. He was broken, worn out, and worried. “I’ll just hang back here.” David nodded to the nurses as they motioned for Aaron to follow them, his heart rate skyrocketing as they reached Emily’s room.

He could hear his own heartbeat in his ears as he stepped inside, guilt tearing him apart as he saw her. She was pale, and she seemed so much smaller than the last time he had seen her. Quietly, he pulled a chair closer to her bed, sinking into it, his hand mindlessly finding hers. He wasn’t sure how long he was sitting like that, feeling himself get drowsy, eyelids heavy as he wanted to sleep, but he didn’t allow himself. Aaron refused to fall asleep, and not be able to protect her. Not again. When the nurses came in, it was morning, and it was time for them to check her vitals. He refused to let go of her hand, refused to leave her side.

It wasn’t until later that day, when she seemed to come to herself, awakening from a painkiller induced slumber, that she squeezed his hand, just a little, but enough for him to be sparked with a new wave of energy.

Never again was he ever letting her go.

→GIVING A MASSAGE.

The team had gotten used to spending nights in hotels of pretty much any quality as they traveled for cases, whether it was cheap motels along the road, or fancy hotels in the middle of New York. Whatever they spent the nights at for this case, however, was something right in the middle. They had tried their best to enjoy a quiet meal in the hotel’s restaurant, although no one really wanted it. Spencer had barely touched his food, and Derek had grimaced at every mouthful. JJ had picked up some food, bringing it to her room as she mumbled something about calling Will. David was deep into his third whisky for the night, barely even seeming to notice the world around him.

Underneath the table, Aaron placed a hand on Emily’s knees, shooting her a glance he knew only she would understand; not that he was too worried about the rest of the team, as they were far too distracted to notice. He had picked up on the signs, noticing how tense she had been the entire day, even having noticed how she groaned in pain as she did a quick turn, the tension in her shoulders sending a spark of pain through her neck. 

He got up first, excusing himself with the paperwork that was waiting for him on the desk of his hotel room, though he doubted that any of them even cared. Emily excused herself next, not even bothering to lie. Spencer shot her a concerned look when she mentioned having a stress-related headache, though she waved it off. “I’ll be fine, Reid. Just getting an ibuprofen, and then getting into bed.” She leaned across the table, ruffling his hair, though getting no further response from him. 

Emily made it out of the elevator to her floor, a tired smile tugging on her lips as she looked down the hall and saw Aaron leaning against the wall outside her hotel room, his focus deep in the call he was having. As she got closer, she could hear it was Jack on the other end of the line, Aaron’s voice tired, but still the same light and happy tone he had when speaking to his son, the tone that always had Emily’s heart skipping a beat. Beside him, she opened the door to her room, the unit chief not even hesitating to follow her into the room as she shut the door behind them both.

“Be good, Jack – I’ll see you as I get home. Yeah, I’ll say hi to everyone, and I’ll give Emily a hug from you.” Aaron chuckled, turning towards her, a smile on his lips. “Sleep tight, buddy.” 

He hung up the phone, sliding the mobile device onto the desk, before closing the gap between himself and Emily, a chuckle escaping his lips as he connected his lips with her temple. “How are you feeling?” Aaron asked, raising an eyebrow slightly as he pulled away from her, his hands on her shoulders, giving a light squeeze. A worried expression slipped onto his face as she squirmed underneath his touch, visibly uncomfortable. “You’re not hurt, right?”

“Just a bit of tension, it’s fine.” Emily sighed, trying to pry his hands off her shoulders, pushing herself towards his chest. She wanted nothing more than to curl up in his embrace underneath the covers, her head on his chest as she fell asleep to the sound of his heartbeat. She didn’t intend to look at him, make eye–contact, knowing her expression would betray her, but as Aaron placed a hand gently under her chin, tilting her head backwards, she had no choice but to look at him. 

“That’s a partial lie.” Aaron hummed, leaning forward to press a soft kiss against her forehead, before making her turn in his grasp, his hands once again finding her shoulders. Gently, he started kneading her tense muscles, his heart aching as he heard her stifle a pain of yelp underneath his touch. “I know it hurts, but you’ll feel a lot better once I’m done.” He whispered, leaning forward to press a kiss to the back of her head. 

Emily seemed satisfied as he eventually finished up, his hands running down her back and settling on her hips as she turned back to him, nuzzling her face into the fabric of his shirt. “Have I ever told you that I think you’re pretty amazing?”

→DOING SOMETHING TO HELP THE OTHER.

To say Aaron Hotchner disliked his paper–work, wasn’t necessarily a lie. It was a big part of his job, being the unit chief and everything, and while the rest of the team’s agents considered the dreadful hours at their desks with stacks of papers in front of them to be the worst part of the job, Aaron quite liked it. Doing paper–work was his way of being able to sit alone with his thoughts for a moment, knowing no member of the team would be interested in bothering him when he did it, fearing it would result in them getting more to do as well. Only once had they been thinking about it, thinking about stepping into his office to ask how he was doing with the papers, when David had come to the conclusion before them, stepping into the unit chief’s office. Seconds later, he had re–emerged with a stack of new files in his arms, a defeated look on his face, and it had been everything the team needed as a confirmation not to check in on Aaron during his designated paper–work time.

Emily was the only one who dared entering the Hotchner lair during paper–work hours, knowing there was no way he would dump more work on her. Not because she wouldn’t do it, but because the paper–work he was working on needed immediate attention, and after having made an attempt at getting her to do some files for him (and discovering how she placed them at the bottom of the pile on her desk, and continuing right where she had left off.

On a handful of occasions, she had been able to get him to abandon his paper–work, and do something else; go home and sleep, get something to eat, stand up and have a walk around to stretch his legs. Hell, once she had even gotten him to run to the store, get cat food, and then go home to make sure Sergio was fed, though when Derek asked her how she had done it, she couldn’t exactly give him a clear answer. 

The office was quiet, as Emily sighed, closing the case–file on her desk, not even bothering to return it to her pile. Derek was half–asleep at her desk, while JJ and Spencer were far too lost in a game of chess to even notice anyone moving around them. She knocked twice on the door of his office, before nudging it open, gaze landing on the tired expression that was smeared across his face. “Hey there.” Emily spoke up, watching as a tired smile dragged the corners of his lips slightly upwards. “How’s the paper–work going?” 

“Well, it’s going somewhere, I’d say.” Aaron sighed, pushing the papers a bit further onto his desk, leaning back in his chair. “How about yours? Strauss really has it in for us with this amount of papers, and I wish I could lighten the blow for the rest of you, but … I can’t do it all by myself either.”

“No one’s blaming you, Aaron.” Emily spoke in a reassuring tone as she moved closer to the desk, picking up one of the many files from his desk as she sat down opposite of him. “Hand me a pen, will you?”

Aaron hesitated, but reached out for a pen, giving it to her. He wanted to tell her she didn’t have to help him, but then again, he also knew she wouldn’t back down now. Emily Prentiss was stubborn, and while it was the thing Aaron possibly disliked the most, it was also one of the things he loved the most about her. Instead of arguing about her helping him, he glanced out at her desk, noticing how the pile of files on her desk was significantly smaller than when she had started. “Thank you.” He spoke in a quiet tone, briefly shooting her a look, before returning his focus to the file he was working on himself, just barely missing out on the smile that spread on her lips.

“Anytime, Aaron.”

[glowingspence]

i need more platonic moreid with clooney

<3 We all do, so here is a little drabble for you:

“We can’t take him.” Derek tells Spencer with a stern expression, trying not to give in into his friend's demands even if he is not going easy on him.

“Please, please, please, please” He keeps on repeating, knowing exactly what face to make while he looks up to Derek, his hands gripping his arms as he does.

They had found the puppy in the victim's apartment when they started working the case and now, the day they have to fly back, the little one had grown onto them, especially onto Spencer.

“Your apartment is too small for a dog. You don’t have the social network for him to be taken care of when you are away.” Derek tries to reason with him, which is more than hard when the little dog keeps looking up to them.

“But you do. You have a house, a garden and the neighbor kid you always play football with can take him out for walks. I will pay everything please.” He begs, “Please take him.”

“We can’t-”

“We can’t leave him here”

“I know, we will bring him to a shelter together, okay?” Derek tells him, his hands coming up to Spencer’s face, “You will thank me later.”

“Please, I don’t want to leave him here. I love him so much.”

“Come on, you can snuggle him on the way over. I am sorry.” With tears in his eyes, Spencer turns away to pick the puppy up, holding him in his arms as he walks out of the precinct,

“Give him a few minutes.” JJ advises him, “He will get over it.”

Spencer does not get over with it, by the time they leave the precinct, he is still sitting on the bench in front of it, holding the puppy in his arms as he cries, “Oh shoot, kid.” Guilty Derek walks over to him, going down on one knee in front of him, “I am sorry, it’s okay-”

“I don’t want to give him away.”

“We should have done that the minute we found him.” Derek whispers while the others pass them to get into the SUVs, giving them some space to figure this out,

“We can take care of him, my apartment is not too small.”

“We need to raise him first, he so small, this would be so much work-”

“But we can do that, right?” Spencer asks again, his face red from crying, “Right?”

“I am not doing this alone”

“You won’t.”

“And he will stay with you, when we are home.”

“I promise.” Spencer tells him, “I will do everything you want, please.”

“Okay” Derek gets up from the ground, “Come on, we will drive over to the hotel, you can go play with him in the park while I pack our things so he gets some action before the flight.”

“Does that mean we are taking him?” Surprised Spencer looks at him,

“Go into the car before I change my mind.”

“Thank you, thank you.” Excited Spencer jumps up from the bench, “Thank you so much, you won’t regret this, I love him so much.”

“I love you both too, now get in the car, we already made Hotch wait too much over the last week because of this puppy now we got to tell him, we will take him home.”

“He can’t forbid us right?” Spencer asks worried,

“Not with that face of yours he can’t, no.”

[heliotropehotch]

caffeinated - a.h. x gn!reader

Request by @ssa-sadboi : I had this idea... hear me out. I used to drink a lot of red bull/ monster to get through the day, but would have really bad sugar crashes. Like it started as just one very so often, to 2-3 a day. What helped me stop drinking it in excess was having people take them from me or me ask them to get rid of them for me. I was thinking maybe Hotch could be that person in the fic. I know this might be a dumb idea, but I’m curious what you think about it. Hope that you’re having a good day.

a/n: Turned this into a cute little drabble! I didn’t have much time to work on this one, so pls if you see any mistakes just let me know! And as always thanks to @moonstuffsteve for being my rock and helping me think out my ideas <3

Masterlist

author: abby<3

words: 957

They had slumped against their desk, head resting lazily in their hand as their other hand dragged a pen over the papers in front of them. A yawn left their mouth, their body elongating with a stretch, muscles yelling and joints popping. Across the room, Derek’s body was slumped in a similar situation, though he didn’t look as bored. Emily stood slowly, stretching herself as she met with JJ in the break room. Reid, who had already finished his work for the day, was leaned back, a book perched in his hand. It was a slow day, but Y/N knew it wouldn’t last that long.

Garcia’s heels clacked down the hall, causing everyone in the bullpen to straighten their backs just a little bit more. “Alright, my glorious crime fighters I’ve got a case. Conference room in 10.”

Y/N watched as Penny darted up the steps to Hotch’s office. A small smile reserved for very few people showed itself on his face at her antics. Y/N mirrored it to themself.

A trek to the break room was needed, if only to grab a can of RedBull out of the fridge. They were quick to drink it, taking any necessary steps to gain their initial energy that came with their morning. The bottom of the can was aimed at the ceiling as their feet tracked over the walkway.

As they finished their chug, a palm smoothed over their back. Looking up, they were only met with the eyes of Hotch, their boyfriend of a year. He nodded to the now empty can in their hand. “How many does that make for today?”

“...two,” they responded in kind. “I’m in a slump today, Aaron.”

He just sucked his teeth, shaking his head slightly. He paused in his step, thumb still tracing soft circles against the fabric of their shirt. “Can you do me a favor today?”

“Of course,” their voice was sweetly, ready to do anything that man asked of them.

“Go slow today on those. I need you alive and awake.”

“Aaron-”

“I’m not asking you to stop completely, but when you chug them like you do, you tend to crash. Just not today okay? This case looks bad.”

Their fingers twiddled against each other, sheepishly. “Okay, I can do that.”

“Thank you,” he smiled, one reserved for only Y/N. “Now come on, they’re waiting on us.”

~~~~~~~

They had tried to keep their promise, they really did. But when the team worked a case like this, especially one involving kids, where everyone stayed working into the early hours of the morning, there wasn’t really anyone to blame for needing a boost of energy.

Now, though, on the flight back to DC, the crash, the one Aaron had been trying to avoid, was hitting harder than he expected. Head lolled to rest on his shoulder, Y/N was passed out, sleeping with furrowed brows and the occasional twitch of a finger. He sighed, unused arm moving carefully around the paperwork he had already started. He adjusted the arm they laid on, moving to pull them to his chest instead, his arm wrapped around their waist.

That’s how they stayed for the rest of the flight, aside from the occasional shift in legs or head position. He thought they would surely wake when the plane jostled against the ground at its landing, yet no drastic change happened.

One by one, the team left the comfort of the cabin, throwing sweet smiles in their direction where Hotch stayed out. Rossi paused, adjusting the strap to his go bag. He nodded towards Y/N. “Do you need any help with that?”

Aaron chuckled, knowing it would do nothing to disturb. “No, I’ve got it.”

Rossi nodded, bidding goodnight before exiting the plane. Aaron sighed again, taking in the peacefulness of the moment. The way their breath tickled the fabric against his chest, hairs on their forehead syncing with the movement. His hand brushed the hairs back, allowing him to press a firm kiss on their forehead before speaking lowly.

“Y/N-“ his voice was firm but lulling as his hands shook their shoulders. “It’s time to get up.”

They hummed, eyes remaining closed as they shifted a bit. “Come on, love.”

“Mmm-“ their eyes blinked open, darting around the empty plane before looking up into Aaron’s eyes. “Are we home already?”

“Yeah, sleepyhead,” he chuckled. “You were out for half the flight.”

He swept their hair back again as they tried to recalibrate their foggy mind. “I was gonna say let’s go get dinner, but are you too tired?”

They shook their head, a yawn coming out as they spoke. “…No.”

“Baby,” he shook his own head, moving his body away from their warmth as he stood. “You know you wouldn't crash so hard if you cut back a little bit.”

“I know, Aar,” they moved out of their own seat, stretching as they stood.

“I wanna spend time with you, sweetheart. But not when you’re passed out in a sugar coma.”

They smiled sheepishly, fingers reaching out for his to wrap around. “I love you, Aaron,” they nudged his shoulder. “I don’t know where to stop though.”

They made their way to Aaron’s car, slipping into the faint neon light of the dash. “Tell you what, we’ll get rid of it all tomorrow. Maybe we can try out coffee or tea. I’ll help you through it, okay?”

“Okay,” they smiled, reaching across the middle console to take his arm in theirs. They pulled the back of his hand to their mouth to press a kiss to the skin. “Thank you, baby.”

“Of course, sweetheart.” He chuckled, one hand on the steering wheel. “I’ll always help you out.”

[letarasstuff]

Glasses

Soooo, this little cupcake started watching Criminal Minds (I know, I am way tooooo late to the party) and I totally lost it, when I saw Reid with his glasses for the first time. And since I’m a sucker for x child!reader and similar tags, I wanted to do a little one shot or drabble. Let’s see where this will take us :)

✨Masterlist✨

With a huff you close the door behind you. Literally anything in your body language screams “Beware! Moody child!”. Spencer sees that as soon as you pass him in the kitchen on your way to your own room. Contrary to anything any parenting book says, that he read before you were born, he follows you.

As soon as he spots your overall miserable look on your face, concern latches on his own.

“Hey Peanut, what happened?” 

With Spencer Reid as a father, there is never any beating around the bush and you know that too good. So you answer with a small voice: “They made fun of it again.”

Confused by that, he sits beside you on the bed and rubs your shoulder. “What did they make fun of? Who needs to be hurt? You know, that Uncle Derek is eager to kick ass.” As mean as this may sound, as true is it. Ever since his godchild’s birth, Morgan took it as his personal mission to take revenge for you in any form.

A small laugh escapes your lips before you just point onto your face. “You don’t mean your glasses, do you?” asks Reid incredulously. But you nod in defeat.

“Awww Peanut. Don’t let these people tell you lies. It doesn’t matter; You look beautiful, with and without glasses. They just say this stuff to you, because you have some things that they lack off: Confidence and smarts for example. So don’t let you get yourself down because of some meanies” he coos and hugs you. But this only seems to make everything worse, since you burst into tears.

“Shh, hey, everything is alright, shhh” he shushes you while rocking forth and back. When you calm down, Spencer makes a decision.

“You aren’t going to school tomorrow. You will go with me to the BAU. What do you say?” You nod your head eagerly while wiping the last tears away.

“Now that’s my Peanut! Now do your homework and then we can watch a movie” “But I already did them at school!” “Even better!”

After Reid finishes getting ready for work the next day, he puts his own glasses on. He shoots a text to the rest of the team, asking them to do the same. “An explanation will follow when I get in,” he promises.

When the Reid family enters the Bureau, to say that you are shocked is an understatement. The whole BAU team wears glasses, even Morgan. A bit helpless you look at your father.

“You see, Peanut? Glasses aren’t that much of a deal.” Happily you nod and go with their Aunt Penelope to the Batcave.

“So Reid, tell us: Who has to be hurt?” asks Morgan seriously.

Bonus:

“Do they have a prescription?” asks JJ pointing at Hotch’s frame. He just gives a mysterious “Maybe” and goes back into his office. Some things will stay unsolved.