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inacatastrophicmind · 3 months
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criminalmindsverse · 6 days
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Penelope Garcia & Spencer Reid Criminal Minds 7.23 – "Hit"
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casismybestfriend · 6 months
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suptober day 1: liminal
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williamfriedle · 4 months
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Boy Meets World (1993-2000) ⇀ First Appearance | Last Appearance
Cory Matthews, Shawn Hunter, Topanga Lawrence, Eric Matthews.
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t70ssource · 26 days
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"No. How could I like her? Because I don't like her. Because I can't like her. Mrs. Forman, if I like her, shoot me." "Pow."
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forbescaroline · 5 days
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235 FAVORITE SHIPS OF ALL TIME (ranked by my followers) 64. jackie burkhart and steven hyde - that 70s show
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slutforsilverfoxes · 9 months
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Mr. Fix It
For a man who refuses to don a hat unless he’s in uniform, Steven J. McGarrett sure wears a lot of them. A decorated Navy SEAL, leader of the governor’s task force, expert pilot, sport pro, amateur (although he’d argue with you on that) mechanic, occasional ukulele player, son, brother, friend, uncle, husband, dog dad, and now race car-bed-putter-together. The man’s talents clearly know no bounds.
Leaning against the doorway of Charlie’s bedroom in Danny’s house, you can’t help but admire the view before you. Your husband has traded in his usual cargo pants and t-shirt for a pair of form fitting jeans that hug his lower half in all the right places and a plaid button up that shows off his muscular back and arms. A tool belt is slung low across his hips, and a few dirty jokes featuring the hammer and screwdriver tucked into their designated slots pop into your head unbidden. Steve slides the pencil out from behind his ear to make a mark on the wood, then grips the writing implement between his teeth to free up his hands. That draws your attention to the scruff currently dotting his cheeks and the sexy patch of gray along his chin that’s been steadily growing with every birthday that passes. He bends over to fit two pieces of the bed frame together, and your promise to Danny to not fool around in his house is suddenly dangerously close to being broken.
Passing Steve on your way to collect more wallpaper, you gather two handfuls of denim in a firm squeeze and appreciatively murmur, “Nice ass, stud.”
Your husband lets out an amused grunt, straightening up to his full height and tucking the pencil back in its rightful spot before turning to you with one eyebrow raised. “What was that, you cheeky little brat? Huh? You objectifying me again?”
“I said,” you emphasize as you climb the ladder with your next few feet of racing stripe wallpaper, “that’s a nice brass stud!”
“Yeah, okay,” Steve says, eyes twinkling with mirth. “Hey, lemme ask you something.”
“Yeah?”
“You think Danno could fit in this bed, too?”
You turn to your husband, trying and failing to bite back your laughter. “You’re objectively the worst. And I’m telling him you said-”
Steve’s phone ringing interrupts your threat, and he brandishes his cell with a playful grin. “Speak of the Jersey devil.” He answers the phone, the smile melting off his face at whatever he’s hearing on the other end. After a few tense moments, he ends the call and then walks up to you on the ladder with a sigh.
“Duty calls?” you ask knowingly.
“Sorry, baby,” he pouts, leaning up to kiss you three times for I love you.
“Don’t get hurt, Steve!” you call to his retreating form down the hallway, getting a confident, “I won’t!” in response.
“I’m serious,” you yell louder as his footsteps grow quieter. “You’ve reached your allotted hospital visits for the month!”
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Later that night, you find yourself in the same position as this morning at the entrance to Charlie’s room, this time admiring the way the space has transformed into a little boy’s dream and enjoying the Indy 500 animatedly playing out before you.
“…and the crowd goes wild,” your husband declares, whisper-yelling cheers as Charlie grins proudly beside him. Steve tucks a victorious Charlie into bed before smoothing the little tyke’s hair down and pressing his lips to his forehead with a quiet, “I love you, buddy.” He joins you in the doorway, and your heart swells at Charlie’s voice sleepily calling out, “Goodnight, Uncle Steve! Goodnight, Auntie!”
“Goodnight, bubba, we love you,” you respond softly, flicking off the light switch and leaving only the glowing CHARLIE’S ROOM on the opposite wall as a nightlight. 
“Hey, race you in the morning?” Steve asks, head tilted in question. Charlie nods enthusiastically and his uncle reciprocates his excitement with a resounding, “Boom.”
Steve pulls the door shut behind you, and as you make your way down the hallway, you wrap your arms around his waist and lean into his solid form. “Should we make one?”
Your husband looks down at you, one eyebrow raised, and squeezes your hip. “You want a little race car bed, too?”
“Steve-” you groan, but he carries on with, “I mean, sure, but I’ll smoke your ass every time, babe.”
Laughing, you grip his face in one hand and smush his cheeks together until his nose scrunches up from a smile. “No, you doofus,” you correct him, “I meant should we start trying? Make a mini you?”
Steve’s eyes shine with adoration, and he shifts your hand to his mouth to press kisses against your palm. “You want to have a baby?”
“I think being a daddy would suit you well, Commander,” you purr, trailing your fingers down the sliver of skin peeking between the open buttons of his plaid shirt.
“That turn you on?” your husband teases in turn, taking note of the glint in your eye.
“I mean…” You trail off, looking up at him with a suggestive smirk. Using the collar of his shirt as leverage, you tug him closer and confess, “Uncle Steve with his kiddos is a hottie, don’t get me wrong, but Daddy Steve? One baby tucked up in each of those arms?” Your hands glide along his muscular biceps and you let out a hum of appreciation.
Steve’s eyes go wide, and he stills your wandering hands. “Woah there, two? At the same time?”
“Well, we can’t have one of your biceps getting bigger than the other,” you clarify. “You’d look dumb.”
“Oh, of course, of course,” he acquiesces, nodding. “You really want twins?”
“Steve,” you tut. “Don’t tell me the big bad Navy SEAL is afraid of dealing with two tiny humans.”
“I’m not afraid, I’m just, y’know- one is- is a lot already. Joanie could be a handful, so think about two of ‘em, two at the same time would be-”
“Hey,” you cut off his rambling, pulling him down to your level for a sound kiss. “How ‘bout we go home and get some practice in, and we’ll talk more about this tomorrow?” Steve’s hands glide down your body until they settle on your backside with a firm grip, and you take that as a yes. Pressing your lips to his again, you murmur, “Sound like a plan, McGarrett?”
He fixes you with a devilish grin in response. “Hooyah.”
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[A/N: I 👏🏽 love 👏🏽 this 👏🏽 man 👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽 My McGarrett obsession is somehow reaching dangerous new heights sos 🥵 And the thought of Daddy™️ as a daddy? Jesus take the wheel]
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dailyhouse · 2 years
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magic32piper · 4 months
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𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐄𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐞
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thebeautyofspn · 5 months
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7x23 Survival Of The Fittest
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inacatastrophicmind · 8 months
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5x22/7x23
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criminalmindsverse · 1 year
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JJ & Will | 7.23 | Hit/Run
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ltcdrmcgarrett · 1 year
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✨ Character development ✨
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winnie-the-monster · 1 year
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“I’m gonna marry her. I’m gonna be Mrs.Jackie Hyde.”
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connorlikesshows · 5 months
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BROOO HANNIBAL MUSIC
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