#and please welcome erin to the team!!!!

[trulyhblue]

Armband

Niamh Charles x Chelsea! Canadian! Reader

Warnings: fluff, cocky! Niamhy, suggestive.

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You were quite new to the team, only joining the Blue’s side in July, but it felt like you had known Niamh for a lifetime.

You were Canadian, but you grew up in Manchester with your parents, playing in the City Academy before playing professionally for them until your move to London. Because of this, you knew Jessie and Ashleigh well. You grew up playing alongside Jessie at the National Camps, debuting for the Senior team in the same year. Winning the Olympics was a dream come true, especially with girls you have known since you were little.

Manchester City was a dream worth chasing. You were friends with Lauren Hemp, Ella Toone — before and during her move to United — and all the rest. When you found Chelsea interested in you, it was undeniably difficult to say no. While you had grown up in the North, the move down was something that ignited a certain thrill within you.

You met Niamh at your first training session. Jessie had been partnered with you for drills, and you were in the middle of introducing yourself to Guro when the brunette came barrelling in. Her flyaways were barren across her face, cheeks nipped red from the cold weather. Her hands stuffed in her pockets, she nearly tripped you to the ground at the speed at which she ran towards you. You had known her from previous matches against her, both for Canada and City, but something about being on the same team with her felt distinct. Sure, you had admired her beforehand, but it was different now.

“Jeez, Charles, give her some room, will you?” Guro scoffed, playfully pushing the girl back a bit. You watched as she nipped the inside of her cheek, looking at you so intently that you struggled to keep eye contact.

Niamh held out her hand, grabbing yours and shaking it. You could hear Jessie giggling from behind you. “My name’s Niamh.” She announced, continuing to shake your hand. “I’m Niamh.”

Her nervous state was apparent, and Guro was in a fit of laughter at the interaction she was watching.

“Hi, nice to meet you.” You replied, hoping your dismissal of her apprehension would cool the flames in both your cheeks. “I’m Y/N.”

“Nice to meet you.” She gulped, obviously baffled at what to say.

You couldn't help but smile, nodding. “Erm, yes, you too.”

“Fuck, let go of her hand, Charles, you're ‘gonna tear it off.” A voice called from behind. You turned to find the Australian Captain trampling over, slinging a welcoming arm over your shoulder. Her laid-back persona made it easier for introductions. Unlike Niamh, who was a worrying mess in front of you.

“Right, sorry.” The English woman muttered, tearing her hand away and shoving right back in her pocket. Her cheeks seared with an even deeper embarrassment, and you shook off the motion with a tight-lipped smile.

“You’re alright, really.” You smiled, hoping the reassurance consolidated the girl.

It must've, since Niamh gave you a wide smile back, shuffling by your side ever since.

All of the Chelsea girls were lovely. You had no problem fitting into the Grove there. After a few weeks of making scare appearances as a super sub, you became a regular starter for the Blues. Your presence on the field was noticeable, and fans reeled at how you brought more opportunities down the field and into the back of the net.

“Would you be able to give this to Niamh for me, please?” One fan said after a game, handing two matching friendship bracelets with your names on one of them each. Erin was beside you, signing off the posters, when she caught a glimpse of them. Without a second thought, she waved over Niamh, who wasted no time in sprinting towards you.

“Hello.” She spoke, trying hard to discreetly slip her arm around your waist. You leaned into her side, showing her the two bracelets.

“Look how cute.” You smiled, ignoring the way some fans had started recording. You slipped a hand into Niamh’s jacket pocket, holding out the present with your other hand.

Niamh picked up the one with your name on it, slipping it on her wrist and displaying it to the little girl who had made it. “Very cute. I wish we could wear them during games.”

Subconsciously, you put yours (Niamh’s) one on too. The two of you were pretty much hugging at this point. The wind had sent chills through you, your kit doing little to warm you up.

The two of you took a photo with the fan before calling it a day and trudging off back to the changing rooms. You shivered as the wind picked up, holding your arms over your chest tightly as you tried to fight the cold.

Without much thought, Niamh shrugged off her jacket, hauling it around your figure and zipping it up for you.

When you got back to your apartment, engulfing the comfort of your bed after a hard-fought game, you opened up your phone to find hundreds of people tagging your account. You managed to click on the video, smiling to yourself at the sight of you and Niamh huddled together, talking to the little girl with bracelets adorned on your wrists. You clicked on another image, this time a photo, of you blanketed in Niamh’s jumper, your arm wrapped around her waist with one of her’s around your shoulder. The photo was everywhere on social media, including the Chelsea Account. 

After a couple more months, you ended up extending your contract until the end of 2027 by Christmas. You loved it there. Your friendship with the team had grown all the more closer. You felt a sense of home and solidarity that you had never felt before.

Your relationship with the team was selfless. Jessie and you had never been closer. Sam and Millie had taken you under their wing, calling you the baby of the group, since you were the shortest between you, them, Guro, Niamh, Erin, and Jessie. Fans had taken a ripe liking to you all over social media. But not just you by yourself, but with a certain brunette in your wake.

You and Niamh had grown very close over the time you spent in London. She wasn't as shy as she made herself out to be when you first met. She was cunning, confident, funny, and easy to be around in any environment. All of your teammates teased the living daylights out of the two of you, especially Niamh, who didn't waste a second in making sure you were always okay.

She would check on you when you went quiet. She always ran to you for partner work during drills, after goals, and when the full-time whistle would blow. The two of you had a habit of huddling together in any setting, holding each other’s hands or waist, cuddling their side or touching you in some way.

Everything you did with each other was full of love and adoration. It was only you two that didn't see your friendship blossom into a relationship. You weren't daft, you knew the speculations surrounding what the two of you were. There was no denying the physical acclimation you had around each other. Hell, Sam sent at least two memes a day about how whenever you were seen together, you were always touching each other.

Over Christmas, Niamh asked you out. She was a nervous wreck, which reminded you all too well of when you first met her. It was after a game, in the changing rooms. She had been given a bouquet of flowers by a group of fans, who told her to ask you out with them. She was reluctant, not only because she didn't want you to feel uncomfortable or pressured by the media to say yes, but the mere fact of ruining the relationship you already had with each other made her hesitant enough.

Of course, you said yes. It was a no-brainer, and after a few more dates you were officially together. It wasn't any more public than before. Only your close friends knew, but the public was already quite content with the PDA you already showed each other before you were dating. The only thing they needed was confirmation, but Niamh and you were happy to keep in vague.

After you said yes, the two of you became inseparable, both on and off the pitch. Niamh ended up extending her contract as well, and the chemistry you built made for an unstoppable case on the field. By the time the season came back after the break, you had moved in together. The happiness both of you felt was indescribable.

Today, Chelsea was up against Manchester United, your old rival team. Ella Toone was one of your childhood friends and was who you were marking. Not only was ManU a competitive, difficult team, but it was a team you were familiar with. They were always pushing in the midfield and up against the forwards. Their chances during set pieces were worrying to any defensive back line. With the combination of Mary Earps and a sophisticated midfield variation, you knew that you were in for a ride.

When Sam did her ACL, people started to underestimate Chelsea’s shot at winning the league. Everyone was starting to wonder whether the Blues were even contestable for the semis. After a poor attempt last week against West Ham for the FA Cup, you were adamant about proving yourself to the people who were doubting your ability to win. You were a midfielder, and while you had masterclasses in the centre field, your stats didn't excel in goals. You had many assists, but never many goals.

You were tying your laces when you felt your girlfriend's arms curl around your waist. You were leaning against your cubby, back facing Niamh. You were slightly bent as your finished the knot in your shoe, feeling the women behind you grasp your hips with a slight squeeze.

“You ready to smash it today, baby?” She muttered, her lips shadowing your ear, sending shivers down your body. You held composure well enough, straightening up and letting her wrap her arms over your abdomen.

“Mh, bit nervous, but yeah.” You replied, relishing Niamh’s pattern of breath. “How ‘bout you?”

Niamh pulled your body to face in front of her, your back now flushed against the wall. You managed to make eye contact with her dilated pupils, feeling one of her hands make their to the back of your neck.

Before she spoke, your eyes filtered down to the fabric that wrapped around her arm, the word ‘Captain’ sprawled across the armband. Niamh watched the way your eyes widened, and how you bit your bottom lip at the sight. Niamh smirked in response, pressing her front into yours so that most of your body was hidden to the rest of the room.

“What's the matter, baby?” She gloated, rubbing a hand up your side. Your cheeks flushed when she refused to break eye contact, holding tranquillity at the sight of your girlfriend as captain. It was a sight you weren't used to, but it was something you couldn't get enough of.

“Nothing. I'm— we should go line up in the tunnel.” Your breath hitched. Niamh was staring down at you while groping your waist.

Neither of you said anything until you were out on the field. You could hear the crowd cheering in anticipation. You shook your opponents’ hands aimlessly, your mind sauntering on the previous sight of your girlfriend.

“Earth to Y/N, hello?” Jessie’s voice snapped you out of your trance. She must've watched you wander to your position in a haze, since she was smirking knowingly at your flushed cheeks. Erin came up behind the two of you, laughing when she caught a glimpse of your state.

“She looks like she's already played the ninety minutes.” The Scottish woman quipped, bringing her hands up to play with your cheeks. You pushed her off playfully, gushing at the ground. “Shut up, you two.”

“God, if this is your reaction to Niamh in an armband, I wonder what Niamh would do if she saw you.”

“Go away, you pricks.” You snapped, flanking them away with your hands, trying to cool your cheeks before the game.

After the team photo, you ran back to your position, jumping up and down as the whistle blew.

The game was inevitably tough, but something had ignited inside of you at the sight of your girlfriend. As embarrassing as it was to admit, you were running up and down the pitch with the one endeavour to make your girlfriend watch you.

Chelsea was controlling the game for the most part, and it didn't take long for Guro to find you inside the box.

The crowd erupted in cheers, your teammates sprinting over to where you stood starstruck. This was one of the scarce amount of goals you had scored that season.

As you were making your way back to the middle, you felt a familiar figure creep up behind you with her hands soothing the tension in your shoulders.

“Making me so proud today, aren't you, baby?” Niamh whispered, running back to her spot in defence before you could reply.

The first half ended as quickly as it started. United had sent a flyer into the back of the net just before the whistle blew. You avoided Niamh like the plague in the changing rooms, knowing you would cave to her touch as soon as she laid hands on you. In any other circumstance, it was you who would tease, but it always ended with Niamh taking over. The two of you were strict in keeping your private life and career separate, but no one seemed to mind your change of game when Niamh was Captain.

You were having an absolute masterclass of a game by the sixtieth minute, scoring your second goal on seven minutes in. Chelsea was now up two-one, and Man U were starting to bring on subs after a close set piece that almost led to a goal.

You made a break down the wing after Lauren sent a cross-over to the field. You sprinted down the line, trying to find a way into the middle. United were tight in keeping you out, and by the time you had made it down the line, attempting to pass it to one of your teammates, you felt a pair of boots collide with your own, sending you face-first fo the floor.

The ball was long forgotten by the ref, who blew the whistle immediately, medics were sent over. While your muscles started to strain at the energy of the game, you didn't feel instantaneous pain from the fall.

You were rolling onto your back, wincing as you got up, when you first heard your girlfriend’s voice boom over the hustle of the crowd.

“Are you alright there, Zelem?!” She scoffed. You watched a smug Katie Zelem trampling off from where you sat. She didn't look like she meant the tackle, but the heat of the game left her feeling less apologetic than usual.

“Oh, let it go, Charles.” Zelem clapped back, walking towards Ella and Millie, who were tense at the sight of Niamh’s uncommon anger. “She's fine.”

“I don't think you understand.” Niamh marched towards her, grabbing the girl’s jersey, and forcing Katie to face her. “You get the fuck off her and the rest of my players. Don't be salty cause we’re winning.”

Katie rolled her eyes at that. “Don't be salty cause your girlfriend can't handle a tackle.”

Erin and Jessie were surrounding Niamh moments later, dragging her away from the United mob and towards you.

The medics have already cleared you to keep playing, and you were already up and ready to go by the time your girlfriends grabbed your hand.

“Are you sure you're okay?” She asked, taking in your flustered appearance. What she didn't know was that you were overwhelmed at the way Niamh looked just then, not by the absolute mouthful of grass you just inhaled.

You could only muster a nod, squeezing your girlfriend’s hand once before slipping away from her touch. You were now hungry for not only Niamh but that third goal. You wanted to prove yourself to everyone that you could do it.

And so you did.

It was a Chelsea corner, and you made the run from outside the box near the open post, where no one had thought to mark. You jumped as high as you could, feeling the ball hit your head in the right direction. You fell to the ground before you knew where the ball was going, letting the movement and relief of the crowd pull you to your feet. You ran to the corner of the field, taking in the shouts and cheers of the crowd and letting your teammates engulf you from behind. The weight of everyone sent you down as more and more girls piled on top of you.

This was your first hat trick ever at Chelsea, and you were relishing the feeling of the euphoria for the rest of the game.

When the final whistle blew, you nearly collapsed from exhaustion. Everything you wanted to go right in the game went right. You were reeling at the win, looking across the field for a particular someone.

“Guess I know what to do to make you score some goals.” Niamh chuckled, grabbing your waist and lifting you into a spinning hug. You gripped onto her and giggled, letting her twirl you around.

“Thanks, Niamhy.” You smiled, gazing up at your girlfriend’s proud eyes. “You looked so good today, baby.”

“You think so?” She asked, though both of you knew she was just egging you on.

“Mhm. Looked so good.”

“You always look good, my stargirl.” The taller girl grinned, looking down at you slyly. Her lips met your ear, her voice sending chills down your spine. “But I guess I’ll need to reward you for doing so well. Show you how good you were for me.”

You didn't get to respond, feeling Jessie pull you away with the Player of the Match trophy shoved into your chest.

You knew you’d see her soon… you were looking forward to it.

niamhcharles

niamhcharles — she scores more when I am Captain.

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Comments:

samanthakerr — yeah the girls 🙌🏼

*liked by yourusername, niamhcharles

User8 — they will never beat the dating allegations

^ user10 — at this point they are embracing it

guroreiten — she always score goals, Charles 🙄

^ niamhcharles — READ THE CAPTION

^ guroreiten — I DID

^ niamhcharles — i said she scores “more” goals

^ guroreiten — oh, okay.

^ user1 — LMAO

yourusername — always complimenting me 😍

^ erincuthburt — too much apparently… as if she didn't do it enough in the Change Rooms

^ niamhcharles — i did it more when we got home

^ erincuthburt — youre blocked.

User22 — they are so pookie together

^ user76 — omg yes

jflem_ — that armband ignited something within her

^ yourusername — EXCUSE ME?????

^ user2 — LMAO JESSIE

^ user3 — don't expose her like that 💀

^ yourusername — Ikr 😖

erincuthburt — Niamh needs to be in that armband more often 😂

^ yourusername — maybe I just had a good game?!?!

^ erincuthburt — we all have our superstitions

^ user6 — LMAO ERIN IM CRYING

User78 — If you look closely I’m jumping off the bridge

^ user90 — mood.

User67 — okay but when Niamh protected Y/N at the Man U game!? 😋😋😋 wishing I was Y/N right now.

laurenhemp — where were those hat tricks at City, Y/N???

^ yourusername — you stole them all

yourusername — can a girl just score a hat-trick because shes good? 😖😖😖

^ niamhcharles — you did it all by yourself 🫶🏼

^ yoursusername — thx niamhy 🥰

^ guroreiten — suck up

^ samanthakerr — suck up

^ milliebright — suck up

^ niamhcharles — a proud suck up x

^ jflem_ — 🤢

^ niamhcharles — ok bye.

user7 — THIS IS SO CUTE BYE

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[radiant-reid]

Irreplaceable

Summary: Sad about JJ’s sudden departure from the BAU, Spencer begins to hate her replacement

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader (angst)

Content Warning: a tiny cm case description

Word Count: 3.5k

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Y/n met Jennifer Jareau twice before walking into the BAU for her first day at her new job.

The first time was a hush-hush meeting in Erin Strauss's office when JJ, as she preferred to be called, was informed she would be leaving the team and transferring to a highly classified job at the Department of Defense, and Y/n would be filling her role. She admired how well JJ took the news and dealt with Strauss.

It directly contrasted how JJ spoke about their mutual superior when they'd left Strauss's office and could speak privately. Clearly, she wasn't happy about it and assured Y/n it wouldn't happen once she told her Unit Chief.

Y/n wasn't worried either way. Her team at counterterrorism was okay. They didn't exactly make her feel like she was part of their unit, usually treating her like she was less than them for only being a communication liaison, but it wasn't a bad job, and she got to help people.

Still, there must have been something inside her that worried her because she pressed the sixth-floor button on the elevator and briefly showed Y/n around while explaining what her role was.

The second time was directly after JJ had been transferred from the team, unwillingly and unable to be stopped by her Unit Chief. It was awkward, to say the least, happening at the worst possible time, the blonde tearful as she explained her duties in more detail. She knew it was coming, judging by the list of responsibilities she already had made for Y/n.

The team had already gone home that night, aside from Aaron Hotchner who was clearly upset about JJ's sudden departure, but made an effort to sound welcoming.

Monday is the first day she'll be taking the elevator to the sixth floor instead of the seventh. Strauss didn't want to waste a moment in not having the BAU team fully staffed, even though it was her decision to remove their old communications liaison. Being new on a team is always scary, and knowing JJ's loss is still raw for them makes Y/n nervous. She knows they'll hate her or Strauss, and as bad as it sounds, she's hoping it's directed at the latter.

She goes to Hotch's office first, knocking on the door before worrying about if the knock is too loud, and he'll think she's overeager or annoying or too quiet, and he'll wish the Bureau had gotten someone more assertive.

"Come in." He calls.

She opens the door, balancing her box of stuff between her left hand and her hip. "Hi, I'm Y/n L/n. The new communications liaison." She says, unsure of if she's supposed to introduce herself.

"Of course." He nods, standing up to shake her hand before nodding to the seat in front of his desk. "Sit, please." She follows the instruction. "You didn't need to be here this early."

She cringes, realizing she's already appeared enthusiastic to her new Unit Chief, who's probably wishing she was JJ and that it was a regular Monday.

"I'm sorry if that's not okay." She quickly apologizes. "I just wanted to get my stuff from upstairs, set up before everyone else gets here, maybe have a trial run in the conference room." And now she looks like an insecure agent with no idea what she's doing.

Hotch proves how good a profiler he is quickly. "L/n, your evaluations show you're an excemplarary agent. You needn't worry so long as you keep up your high-standard of work on this team."

She nods, slightly more relaxed now, knowing he has some faith in her abilities. "I will, sir." She assures him.

"Settle into your office." He directs her. "There's a case file on your desk. Usually, they come straight to you, but I'm sure JJ explained that."

She nods again. "As well as leaving detailed notes."

"I'll present it to the team for you to observe, but you'll be liaising when we land in Denver." He informs her. "You have a go-bag packed?"

"Yes, sir." She answers, getting up to leave his office.

"You can call me Hotch like everyone else." He tells her. "And there's coffee in the kitchenette, help yourself to it."

Then he goes back to his paperwork, and she slips out with her box, shutting the door behind her. She tries not to focus on everyone's desks as she walks past, not wanting to invade their privacy, but she can't help figuring out who's messy and who's not, who has pictures or books.

JJ's office is slightly less cluttered than when Y/n first saw it. There are still stacks of paperwork, but there's room for the few personal effects Y/n brought.

The case file is there like Hotch said it would be, and she memorizes every detail in the time she has. It's not Hotch who comes to get her but another agent.

He smiles, dazzlingly, offering out his hand to shake hers. "I'm Derek Morgan." He introduces himself. "My office is down the hall."

"Y/n L/n." She introduces herself in exchange, standing and shaking his hand. "The new liaison."

Before he can say something else, someone else pokes their head around the doorway. "You're new." She states. "Are you nice?" She turns to Morgan. "Is she nice?"

Y/n stands there a little awkwardly at them discussing her in front of her, and she's a little worried that this is what it's like at the BAU.

"Baby girl, slow your roll." Morgan places a hand on her shoulder, soothing her. The petname doesn't phase her and Y/n wonders if they're dating or if they're even allowed to do that.

"I'm bad with change. I'm sorry." She apologizes quickly, visibly concerned about being rude. "I'm Penelope Garcia, the tech analyst."

"Y/n L/n." She introduces herself again. "I'm sorry about your friend leaving. I'm nice, though, I promise."

Penelope nods, accepting the answer. "Good. I think it's time for the profile briefing."

Y/n turns back to grab her copy of the file before following them out of her office. "Do you guys really have a private jet?" She asks as they walk along the hallway and through the glass doors.

"Not that I ever get to go on it, but yes." Penelope answers. "I spent my time in my lair, which you're welcome to come by anytime. I have fuzzy pens, toys, and lots of links to funny animal videos. As well as any and all information you might need."

"She's the woman who knows the most," Morgan says in agreement.

Garcia grins at him. "You're just saying that because it's true."

Before Y/n gains any more information, they arrive at the conference room, and she's got to calm her nerves before meeting the rest of the team.

Hotch is already there, as well as two other guys, one much older and one about her age, and a woman with dark hair. "This is Y/n L/n, the new communications liaison." Hotch does the introduction for her. "L/n, this is David Rossi, Emily Prentiss, and Spencer Reid."

She greets Rossi and Prentiss by shaking their hands, but upon offering Reid a handshake, he just turns away from her and sits down, not even acknowledging her verbally.

Thankfully, Hotch does something about the awkwardness they all sense from Reid's dismissive behavior and starts talking about the case.

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For two months, she has worked at the BAU. For two months, Reid has despised her.

She's not sure if it was the offer of a handshake that started the hatred or if she'd fucked up some other way, or if she's just not who he wants to be communications liaison, but she walks on eggshells around him, terrified to slip up and have him yell at her or try to get her fired. So far, it's only been snarky comments, but it could get worse.

The rest of the team has been much more welcoming, even though they miss JJ. She's learned a lot about them. Rossi writes books, Hotch has a son named Jack, Morgan's from Chicago and he's not dating Garcia, and Garcia has the best collection of happy items.

Emily understands her the most, being the second newest team member, and Y/n can tell some of the time Emily comes by her office, it's just to chat and not for work.  

This time with the gift of coffee. They got back two days ago, having one day off before they had to be back in the offices, where it's time for Y/n to pick another case.

"How are you doing?" Emily asks.

"Good." Y/n answers, although it's not convincing to Emily, who raises her eyebrows. "Everyone has been really welcoming... except Reid. Did you have problems with him when you started?"

Emily shakes her head. "The first case I worked, I spent most of my time with him." She answers. "He was snappy with me when he- well, when he was going through something. I thought Hotch hated me, though."

"Why?" She prompts.

"Well, he thought I was sent here to bring the whole team down," Emily answers like it's casual gossip and not a crazy, complicated speculation.

Y/n's eyes widen. "I guess that's worse."

"I didn't say it so that my situation sounded worse." She assures her new friend, who did already know that. "All I mean is, maybe something more is going on."

Y/n had already guessed that the something more was JJ's departure. "They were really close, huh?"

"Yeah." Emily agrees. "I'm still on your side, though. I love him like he's my little brother, which is why I can say he's being a dick." She laughs at Emily's words. "Missing JJ and liking you aren't mutually exclusive."

"Thanks, Em." She replies, feeling a little more cheered up for the next few days she's going to have to spend with Reid.

"Good morning, pretty ladies," Penelope says, poking her head around the doorframe. "Oh, are you gossiping without me? You better not be."

Emily shakes her head. "I promise we're not. Just discussing Reid and L/n."

"Not like that." Y/n jumps in quickly, making sure an office rumor doesn't start. Worse than Reid hating her for existing would be Reid thinking she's pathetic for having a crush on him.

"What's happened?" Penelope asks, sitting on the edge of the desk and waiting for the gossip.

"He's just kind of mean." Y/n minimizes it, not wanting to seem rude herself. "I think he probably just misses JJ."

Penelope taps her on the nose. "Look at you, little profiler." She jokes. "I'll talk to him."

Y/n shakes her head. "Please don't. He'll get over it, or he'll just be cold to me forever." She jokes.

"Okay, well, Hotch told me to come to get you because he's ready for the case to be briefed, so we can talk more about this later." She informs them.

The three of them get up, trailing to the conference room so Y/n can kick off another case with a briefing. She's gotten better at it in her time there, now delivering the facts effectively.

Then they're off to Chicago to catch what's looking to be a vigilant killer.

Hotch divides the team up as usual, pairing Y/n and Reid together at the precinct to create a geographic profile. It's not unknown that he dislikes her to everyone besides Penelope, who doesn't see them on the field.

Hotch is just hoping that putting them together in the conference room will force him to get over it.

"There's no address on the second victim." Reid realizes, turning to look at the file on the table before looking at the map he's been drawing on hanging up on the board.

"Yeah, he was homeless," Y/n informs him, wondering why he hadn't been paying attention when she said that on the jet. "Oh, I can call Penelope and ask if there was a general area he made purchases." She suggests, reaching for her phone and getting up.

"No." Reid shuts her down, taking his own phone. "I will."

She lets out a deep breath. "Okay, I'm going to get a coffee." She leaves before he demands she gets him one too.

Reid ignores her, dialing Garcia's number. "How can I dazzle you with my bank of knowledge today, boy genius?" She asks.

So he asks for what he needs, holding the phone with one hand while he uses his other to trace over the suburbs. As usual, she has all the information he needs, but he can't get off the phone without metaphorically paying for it.

"How's Y/n?" She asks.

"Communications liaison L/n?"  He asks, pretending that he'd forgotten her name. It makes Penelope scoff at his childish antics. "F-fine. I don't know."

She taps her pen, trying to find a way to talk about Y/n without making the problem obvious. "Do you like like her?" She asks.

He scoffs at the suggestion. "Of course not. She's trying to be a replacement JJ, and I think she's doing a bad job."

"She's yet to mess up." Penelope reminds him.

He knows it's true, but he doubles down anyway. "She will. And I'll get to say I told you so to everyone."

"Come on, Reid-"

"I have to go, Garcia." He says, ending the conversation before she can add anything else.

His blood is boiling at what's just happened. The whole interaction, thinking about Y/n: he hates it. He misses JJ, and Y/n just turned up and started pretending to be her. It's not the same. He's furious no one else notices it either. Why everyone thinks she's good at her job and so perfect is a mystery that he doesn't want to solve.

Then the team gives the profile, Y/n sitting there without comment until the very end. "And we cannot stress how important it is to keep the unsub's possible location out of the press." She tells the local cops. "Our only advantage is we know where he lives and will strike."

Reid thinks it's reductive, nothing about their profile should be in the media, but Hotch nods in agreement with her. "Thank you." He dismisses everyone.

Another victim is not what they need, but it's what they get, and the media runs wild while Y/n tries to control them. The press conference where she informs the public of (common sense) safety directions goes seemingly well, and the team ends up in the conference room to go over more details.

"Hotch, you need to see this," Y/n announces, walking swiftly into the room and turning the tv on. It's a news channel, reporting on information they shouldn't have, the inner details of the profile. "I don't know where they got it." She tells him sincerely.

Hotch has been in this position so many times that he's not surprised anymore. It's always a beat cop with a big mouth.

Reid, however, flies off the rails. "Are you seriously that bad at your job!? You know how much media attention is going to affect this case, the profilers explained that to you!" He yells at her, gaining everyone's attention and shock. They barely see him angry, let alone at one of them. "The press isn't meant to know any of that."

She gulps at the telling-off, feeling embarrassed and uncomfortable. She just stands there in shame, not sure what to say.

Thankfully, Hotch steps in. "Reid, walk with me." He demands, dragging him out of the room.

Y/n is mortified to stand in front of the team as well, seeing their sympathy. Reid has definitely made it awkward. "I'm going to... get some air." She decides, speaking quietly before spinning around and practically running out of the building.

She feels stupid to be sitting outside crying over someone not liking her. It's not like she needs everyone to like her, but the conflict makes it awkward for the whole team, and as the newest member, she feels guilty for throwing the balance off.

Emily comes to see her after a few moments, bringing her the jacket she'd left inside. "Hey, you doing okay?" She asks.

Y/n's decided it's easier to pretend she's over it to avoid everyone else's pity. "Yeah, no, I'm good." She assures her. "Just unexpected."

"You deserve to be on this team," Emily tells her. It's something she wishes she had been told when she struggled acclimating to a new unit. "It's not your fault the press got that, Hotch knows that."

She scoffs. "I wish Reid did." Emily looks at her pitifully again. "I just want to move past it, Em." She decides.

Emily nods, understanding her desire not to draw attention to it. "Okay, let's go solve this case."

So they do. They find the unsub at his house in the kill zone, and when he goes to slide the knife into his victim, instead of surrendering, Reid shoots him. There's a silent agreement in thoughts that it's better he's dead. This way, there's no trial, they don't have to testify, and a jury isn't going to find him not guilty of killing people they think deserve to die anyway.

By the time the final press conference is over, and the media has been informed of the case wrapping with a shoutout to the local police department in true BAU fashion, Y/n's beyond ready to curl up in bed.

Unfortunately, the bed is a hotel one and not her own, but a bed is a bed, and she's too tired for it to matter.

She's about to get into bed when someone knocks on her door, and assuming it's Emily coming to check on her, she doesn't ignore it and walks over to the peephole.

It's Reid.

Y/n sighs, not knowing whether or not to answer it. The light is still on, so she can't pretend she's asleep. Unhappily, she opens it, waiting for him to start the conversation while crossing an arm over her chest defensively.

"Can I speak to you?" He asks.

She can't bite down a snarky comment. "Speak to me or yell at me?"

"That's what I wanted to come to talk to you about, t-to apologize." He clears his throat, scratching the back of his neck sheepishly. He actually looks more uncomfortable than her, and she should be enjoying it more. He deserves to feel like that, she reminds herself.

"If it's just Hotch making you, I don't want to hear it." She tells him. He has defined how friendly they're going to be, she's just maintaining the attitude.

He shakes his head quickly. "He's not, I promise."

She steps aside to let him in, figuring it's a conversation that should be had in private. "Alright, keep talking." She prompts, standing in her room.

Spencer stands there awkwardly, shifting his weight from one foot to another. "I've been horrible to you since you joined the team." He admits, and she doesn't protest, just nods. "I'm really sorry about that and, uh, what I said today. It was out of line, and despite what you probably think, not like me."

She's not sure what else to say. She knows he can be caring and kind, just not to her. "Thanks for shooting him." She settles on.

"I didn't do it for you." He says before realizing it sounds bad. "I mean, I didn't do it because you did a bad job. You did great, you always do great, and you really don't need that validated by me. I'm sorry, I'll stop talking."

"Thanks." She says simply. "I'm sorry I have to be here and not JJ. I know I'm replaceable on this team, but I'm not horrible."

"I know that." He assures her. "And I don't think you're replaceable."

She frowns. "I am actually a replacement."

"I guess, but you fit on this team." He assures her. He doesn't know how badly she needs to hear that and feel how different the BAU is from her old unit. "Really well, Y/n, and I'm sorry if I made you feel like you weren't. I shouldn't have taken out how I was feeling about JJ leaving on you. You're amazing at your job, and we're lucky to have you."

"We can start over." She decides. He's trustworthy and kind, and she's sure he'll act like that toward her. "Hi, I'm Y/n L/n. It's nice to meet you."

Spencer offers his hand out to shake hers like he hadn't the first time. "Spencer Reid. When I prove that I'm not a terrible person, and if it's not inappropriate, I'd like to take you to dinner."

That surprises her, only slightly less than it surprises him that he let the words come out of his mouth. He'd been thinking about that since what Penelope said on the phone, but it wasn't his intention to come to her room and include it in his apology.

She can't say she's upset about it, even though dating him hadn't crossed her mind while wondering why he hated her so much. "I'd consider that part of us turning a new leaf.” 

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For the O2A2 VN Jam, Bowling for Apples: A Special "Apples to Ashes" Episode is out now!

The game is free to play, and donations are welcome! Please enjoy this special story as a thank you to All Apples to Ashes fans for their patience!

https://primarvelous.itch.io/bowling-for-apples

Featuring work from these fine creators:

Douglas Owens portrayed by Dragon!

Script-writing  by Erin Murphy!

Programming by Oriana Greene!

Teaser trailer by StarPunchPlatinum!

Background art, character art, and scenario by Primarvelous!

Apples to Ashes series, scenario, and characters created and owned by Primarvelous!

This visual novel was created as part of the One of Any Asset 2023 game jam! The guidelines for this game jam are as follows:

one sprite (one character,  one pose) (multiple expressions without change in pose are okay)

one background (one place, one time of day)

one illustration (in place of the one sprite and one background)

one thousand words

one background sound file

one sound effect

one voice actor

one piece of menu background art

one main project

In line with the game jam's theme, every member of the team is a member of the LGBTQ+ community in some way, namely the creator and developer Primarvelous, who is a transgender, bisexual woman. We're proud to employ the talents of queer creators to fully embrace the game jam in its queer edition this year.

Thank you for playing!

[leggerefiore]

When Ingo decided to introduce himself to the Team Galaxy member who had been resolving the Noble incidents, he was unsure of whom he expected. He heard the age fifteen tossed around, but it just felt like an odd term for him. That was still a child to him. So, as he stood outside of their home, the door sliding open left him silent.

A boy came out with features closely resembling his own. Their eyes made contact, and suddenly Ingo found himself in a tight embrace as the boy sobbed against him. Calls of dad in a language he knew better than the one of Hisui stinging his ears. The boy made eye contact with his similarly coloured ones, surrounded by an irritated red. “Dad! Where have you been? D-did you come to help me get home?” he asked quickly. The entire village had come to watch them, it seemed.

Ingo had no idea who this child was. Sure, he looked like him, but he felt like he could not have forgotten something as important as having a son. Especially, even after seeing him again. “I have no idea who you are, quite honestly,” Ingo told the boy the truth, “I simply wanted to introduce myself as We would be working together soon.”

His heart proceeded to shatter into a million little pieces after the boy's face fell. Whatever hope had been inside him was ripped away by his words. Ingo felt awful.

~

“You're in your forties,” Erin, the name of the boy, told him as they moved through the highlands together, “You had me later in life as you dedicated yourself to work and had troubled finding a relationship.” Since the Warden had begun to lead the boy around, he had taken to trying to inspire out the memories he seemed convinced he knew he lost. Ingo chose to let him try, feeling terrible about having made him bawl his eyes out during their first meeting.

“Hmm, is that why my hairline is receding?” he wondered aloud. Erin stared at him deadpan. It was admittedly identical to his facial expression most of the time.

“Dad. I don't think Uncle Emmet would have appreciated that one,” he gave a name that Ingo had never heard before. An uncle… That meant either he had a sibling, or whoever his other parent was had one. “You don't remember uncle?” Erin asked, coming to a complete stop, “… Are you sure you just hit your head? Dad, that's your identical twin brother.” Ingo froze for the first time. Identical twin… The small flashes of the copy of his face haunted his brain. They were alone in a dark cave, yet something felt impossibly bright.

“Did he like winning the most?” Ingo turned to give the boy his full attention. Erin nodded eagerly, stepping closer to Ingo with big eyes. He looked much younger than he was, his voice had yet to be completely affected by puberty, and baby fat gave him a rounder face.

“Uncle and you are competitive about pokemon battling. He is verrrry mean, though. Even when I was like super little, he wouldn't go easy on me in battle,” Erin told him with a small smile, “My partner is actually a pokemon you gifted to me.” Ingo's head throbbed painfully at his words. A small wriggling infant was suddenly heavy in his mind's arms, whining loudly about something. The baby's eyes were the same as the boy's in front of him. Ingo's chest bloomed with a cheerful warmth at the scene. Ingo continued to lead him with renewed vigour as Erin continued to tell him about his apparent past.

~

It was settled in stone when, after summoning Lady Sneasler, her first response was to try to groom Erin like she did her Sneasels. Before he left the boy to continue with his assigned duties, he placed a hand onto his shoulder. “If I am your father,” his tone was soft, “I want you to know that I am proud of you for your bravery in this odd situation. You are welcome to my home whenever you please. We're at least both outsiders in this realm, so having company that understands you is important.” Erin's big eyes were glossy. The following hug had been expected, too. Snealser snickered in her own feline-like way at the scene. Her bald kit had a kit of his own.

~

“Irida, are you certain we cannot take him in?” Ingo stopped the Pearl Clan leader without any hesitation, “He…  He's my son. I have a duty to look after him and care for him.” The blonde gave him a sorrowful look and shook her head. It was impossible for them to do without stirring up Jubilife's ire. Even a father was not allowed to take in his child after an accusation that they had cause whatever issue plagued the sky. He knew it was not Erin's fault, but the blame was easy to give to an outsider.

“I'm truly sorry Ingo, but you can't,” her tone was firm but kind, “Adaman, Volo, and I will take care of him. I promise you.” Her hand held his for a moment, a silent reassurance. Ingo swallowed. All he could do was trust them. He backed away from the woman who had seen to his care and nodded. She understood his love and care for the boy after catching them wandering around the highlands together in deep conversation. Ingo had allowed Erin to wear his tattered hat. Irida smiled and offered to speak with Jubilife about leaving him in Ingo's care instead of their own, but Erin turned her down.

He wanted to help Professor Laventon still and enjoyed the friendly company of Rei.

Ingo shouldn't have let him.

~

The teen slept nearby the fireplace while Ingo stirred the stew that was inside. Post the believed end of the world, Erin had taken to staying with Ingo almost exclusively. It was clear he feared being removed from his home again, and not all the suspicion had ended towards him. There was a still a culprit to be found, after all. Ingo could not see his son being the one, however. Erin's ghostly chandelier pokemon lit the home as the sun set behind the jagged terrain.

“Do you still not remember anything?” the boy suddenly asked, apparently not asleep as Ingo had thought.

“I recall that I had a pokemon similar to yours, vaguely of my twin, and something about a meeting with a teacher at school about your behaviour,” that last one was odd Ingo felt. Of course, his son was that way, Ingo was the same. He remembered him sobbing that the other kids were mean to him, and he didn't know why. Still, everything was bits and pieces and not the whole story.

“Do you remember my other parent?” he asked. Ingo shook his head. “Ah,” Erin turned to look out the window. “Thank you for… taking care of me, dad.”

“It's my duty as your father,” Ingo quickly retaliated, “I enjoy having you around, too. That's why you're always welcome to stay here.” Erin smiled and got up to hug him. The older man sighed at the affection, returning it after a releasing the ladle he had been stirring with.

“I'll get us home,” Erin said confidently, “You still have to teach me how to drive a train. You promised.” Ingo laughed at his son's reasoning.

“I'll help you all I can, but… growing boys need food first," he motioned to his cooking, “Let's have dinner.”

~

Erin later befriended Arcues and pleaded with the Alpha pokemon to please send him and his father home.

The god agreed.

[merrock]

event: Volunteer Week

location: around Merrcok

ic timeline: April 24 - 28

ooc timeline: April 22 - 30

Merrock's a town known for giving back… which is why we're spending an entire week doing just that! We have some suggestions for places that you can spend time volunteering, but you're not completely limited to these if you have some ideas of things around town that you would like to do yourself!

cityview park -- spend some time cleaning around the historic park in downtown Merrock.

hospital center -- dedicate your time to doing whatever it is that the staff might need your help with.

merrock railway -- do some clean up along our very own rail system in town, keeping it sparkly and new. ish.

aquatic conservatory -- help the conservatory staff out with feeding and looking after the many wonderful sea creatures.

the lighthouse -- spend some time volunteering to help clean up the area surrounding the lighthouse.

the marina -- help boat owners with tours and cleaning up around the docks.

the swimming beach -- every beach is always in need of a little bit of cleaning!

aster playground -- that playground equipment might need some work, get repairs done, clean up the flower beds!

community center -- there are always a million things to do at the center to help out.

memorial library -- help our team of librarians with whatever they need.

new haven daycare -- visit the youngest kids and volunteer to help with their needs!

ruff around park -- do a little tidying and cleaning up and play with puppies!

school district -- help out with various tasks that need done around the elementary, middle or high school.

animal sanctuary -- help our workers with the animals that need them the most.

harmony ranch -- spend time embracing your inner cowboy… or cleaning out some stalls!

lake malory -- keeping our lake clean and pristine is a big goal for this year… go ahead and help out!

paradise gardens -- help take care of the many, many plants in our own botanical garden, and learn something along the way.

state park -- there's always something to do around the state park to help out!

And! If you hop under the cut right now, you will find the pair-offs that you're looking for. A thread must be started sometime during the duration of the event with your partner. Check it out.

A thread must be started between April 22nd and April 28th of some character combination planting a tree, anywhere in Merrock! The thread does not need to be completed during that time frame -- you can continue writing it after the event has ended, but we do ask that you guys please not just drop the thread, or only do one or two replies before giving up. Plant your tree! If a player plays multiple characters, you are welcome to choose any pairing, but try to make it unique (in other words, if you've written before, avoid that pairing).

If you are assigned to someone who is inactive, or does not reply to you within a couple of days, please reach out to the admin team. We'll work with you!

Steph (Katherine, Thalia) & Nani (Diana)

Grace (Rosalie) & Myr (Amanda)

Mags (Cassidy) & Nikki (Ember)

Chayya (Marlow) & Anna (Sylvia, Reyna, Jayla, Alec, Wes, Cori, Cathy, Espie)

Frankie (Deacon, Ravi) & Erin (Lara, Mandy, Bryan, Jamie, Vince, Mekelah, Joella, Alice)

Jen (Tommy) & Nessa (Mateo, Zoey, Chloe, Yesenia, Libby, Xander, Jennifer)

Maria (Vitus) & Bri (Cordelia, Eliza, Fallon, Spencer, Emeline, Marquis, Vivienne, Ramsey)

MOD NOTE: as you may notice, admin Katie and admin Lindsey are not on the list. The reason for this is that we know things happen: players need to take a hiatus, someone goes inactive, emergencies crop up, life happens sometimes! We are on stand-by to step in and replace anyone who can not participate. With both of us playing eight characters, there's a very good chance we have not written with you in one way or another, and we are happy to step up and help! But we will also be doing plot/thread calls and/or open starters, so we will be just as involved as you, promise! xx

[aromanticbuck]

i know you’ve already mentioned a little about will, but do you have ideas for other characters from med or fire in the hockey!au?

Hi, Nonny!

I actually have very little planned and thought out for other characters, but I'll touch on the few I have vague ideas for so far. (in my defense, this is definitely a more PD-based AU and Will is only thought out as much as he is because he's Jay's immediate family)

Connor

I'm predictable, and I will be including Rhodestead in my gay little AU. But I don't actually want to change much about Connor from canon? I really liked his motivations for becoming a doctor, and pushing away from the family expectations, and making a name for himself separate from his last name (as much as he could, with that last name), so I'm keeping that. He's still a doctor, but not nearly a fellow yet. With my headcanons for birthdays and some math (Will is 21 when he starts at the coffee shop, so it's a few years before they meet, since Connor wouldn't even be a med student doing a clinical rotation until he's... 24/25ish? the summer/fall he's 24, soon to be 25, according to my quick google search), he's in his 2nd year rotations about a year after Will starts working at the hospital. So their paths cross pretty early on.

He gets his stupid little drinky drink every morning from the hospital coffee shop, with all the extra syrups and flavors and sugar, so he can't even taste the coffee itself (he's the only one who gets me). And, eventually, that tall, ginger barista (whose nametag says 'Will' in that stupid curly font that's hard to read but feeds into the """aesthetic""" so that's what all the menu headers are in, too) starts to have his drink ready for him before he even gets to the counter each morning.

Will, with all his own abandoned doctor dreams, absolutely teases him for his stupid coffee order. And then there's the obligatory teasing that turns into flirting that turns into Will giving him free drinks every once in a while and it turns into... something more. Eventually. Connor wouldn't want anything serious until he's done with med school and at least settled into a residency. But Will likes his coffee job, and it pays the bills, and he gets to see the cute soon-to-be surgeon every day so he's fine with it.

I've played with the idea of Connor's father also owning a small hockey team but I don't know where I stand on it anymore. I gave Will a barista job so it's not needed for the plot. Cornelius can do whatever he wants I don't control him.

Hannah

This was kind of a joke but I ended up thinking about it more after mentioning it offhandedly to @avasrhodes last night. I'm not doing any timeline math for this one, but she's dating Erin in this universe. They're pretty bisexuals who kiss each other and go out on cheesy dinner dates. And sometimes Hannah gives little talks at Erin's substance abuse community outreach center. They're living happy lives and just vibing. Hannah is still a doctor unless she ever decides to do the public speaking thing full time. I don't make that choice, I'll see what she decides to do as I continue to develop this universe.

And that's what I've got. If you want to force me (not the right words but I can't come up with better ones right now) to think about other characters in the One Chicago universe in relation to this AU, I welcome more asks! I love thinking about this AU it's fun.

Also! If you see anything incorrect about my above math re:Connor's doctoring timeline, please let me know! I googled. I didn't deep dive or anything. I tried to be accurate but I have no idea if I succeeded.

[ ask me about the hockey au ]

[marmolady]

Rosa's first Christmas with the fam

...because it's that time of year, y'all. I don't write much these days, as life is a lot, and I've done most of what I wanted to. But I managed to put out just a wee bit of Christmas Taystela fluff. Well, er, fluff with a side of killing off the yeti.

The Elysian Lodge, La Huerta, 2042

“Rosa, wanna come help me make some Christmas cookies? You can lick the spoon afterwards and everything!”

Auntie Quinn was warm, and friendly, and nice. The least intimidating of all the grown-ups, to Rosa’s mind. So it was an easy decision to say ‘yes’ to making cookies.

“Are we doing them in shapes?” Rosa mumbled into her thumb. They’d made cookies in Christmas shapes one time, when she was in The Home; though the same old kids hogged the green and red icing, and she didn’t really get much of a look-in as a result.

“That’s the plan!” Quinn replied, beaming her welcoming smile. “Erin’s just digging out some cookie cutters.”

Rosa felt her legs turn to lead, even as she wandered over. How many of them were going to be doing this? If all the other, bigger kids were helping out too, it might be hard to enjoy herself….

Quinn must have known this, for she said; “It’ll be a team of you, me, and Erin. E is an absolute whiz at baking-- she’ll help us out with some of the tricky bits!”

Rosa knew that Quinn didn’t really need help; she baked things for her job. She must just like making the kids feel good. That was pretty nice of her. And Erin… if Quinn was the least intimidating of all the grown-ups, then Erin had to be the least intimidating of all the kids. She was gentle, with a soft, tinkling laugh. She looked out for the little ones, and that included Rosa. Erin was definitely Rosa’s favourite of her three cousins.

“Me, you, Erin… and Princess Daisy?” she suggested, holding up her ragdoll fairy.

Estela came and sat down at the breakfast bar. “Or,” she said, “I could look after Princess Daisy for you. I have a feeling it might get a little messy.”

Shyly, Rosa snuggled up to her mom, pressing the doll into her lap. “She’s gonna watch?” Which meant, of course, Princess Daisy and Mama Estela. It was a ton easier to have fun with the safety net of mom close by.

“We’ll be right here if you need anything.” Estela spoke firmly, as though she meant every word. Rosa always trusted that she did… and so she relaxed into a morning of baking fun among trusted friends-- while her mom watched with a mug of cocoa and a ragdoll fairy in hand.

In the Elysian’s main lounge, Rosa’s other mom was slumped in an armchair, sipping her own steaming cocoa.

“I guess you’re not as young this time round… gotta be feeling it different,” Diego consoled. “But that doesn’t mean you’re not doing great.”

Taylor groaned, but gave her old friend an appreciative glance. “I don’t know if ‘great’ is the word I’d use, buddy, but thanks. What I do know is that I can’t wait for home-schooling to be behind us. Maybe we’ll take her out for a year when she’s older like we did with Liv, but for now, this just isn’t working.”

Michelle sat down with them, draping herself over the arm of the plushest couch. She, Quinn, and their family, were spending a rare Christmas on La Huerta, keen to make the most of the opportunity while the growing kids still wanted to spend time with their moms. Between a busy work life as a neurohospitalist and a home life as mom of a fifteen and eleven year old, she knew all too well what it was to teeter on the edge of burnout.

“Please, you’re doing amazing,” she scoffed. “Last time we were here, I don’t think I heard a word out of Rosa’s mouth the whole two weeks; you wouldn’t guess it to look at her now. You guys have made her feel secure, and it shows. Now you’ve got that attachment, I know it’ll just get easier.”

“Thanks…. Thanks, Michelle,” Taylor said quietly. “A lot of the time, it’s ‘one step forward, two steps back’, but we’re getting there.”

“That’s all you can do,” Grace assured kindly. “One step at a time. Just take some moments to come up for breath as you go.”

Taylor let herself sink deeper into her chair, hearing Rosa’s giggles floating from the nearby kitchen. Where it mattered, they were doing great. And she damn well deserved that hot mug of cocoa and the relaxed, cosy Christmas Eve she was looking forward to.

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And yet, not even two hours later, Taylor found herself trudging through the snow into a darkening evening, carrying a blanket laden with Christmas cookies that now seemed destined to make up the final meal of a dying yeti. Beside her, Estela had a rugged-up Rosa riding piggy-back.

“You definitely jinxed it, Grace!” Michelle complained, wrapping her arms ever tighter around herself to brace against the cold. “‘Quiet uneventful holiday’…. was that really too much to ask?”

“I must have forgotten to touch wood,” Grace admitted good-naturedly. She and her family had spent rather more time on La Huerta in the intervening years than had Michelle and Quinn’s clan, so much so that she barely batted an eyelid at an impromptu expedition into the mountains. So long as they weren’t going far, she was confident all would be well.

“I still think this is a bad idea,” said Isla resolutely. She’d been seriously injured by one of La Huerta’s legendary guardians in the past… and this was a goddamn yeti. Probably in pain, and definitely dangerous.

Quinn put an arm around her daughter. “One of us can take you back to the lodge-- there’s no pressure on you to come along.”

“No!” Isla scowled. “Not that I don’t trust you to keep Con safe or anything, but you and Mom are gonna be busy with the yeti-thing. If Conor’s crazy enough to go sniffing around a dying monster, I’m going to be there looking out for the doofus.”

Conor, as they spoke, was up at the front of the small pack, hanging off Liv and Jeimy as they led the way to where they found the ailing yeti.

Taylor was grateful that Rosa was right within arm’s reach, and sensibly cautious of the unknown-- for in this case, Rosa’s ‘unknown’ was something best kept at a respectful distance. They’d be there to comfort Arktos, but by no means would the children be placed in harm’s way.

“Con’s not getting anywhere near the yeti, Isla,” she assured. “All of you kids are going to sit right back and keep your distance.”

“Thanks Auntie Tay.”

“Typical,” Michelle laughed, shaking her head, “people always listen to Taylor…. You know I should bring you in to talk to some of my patients one of these days….”

Taylor caught her old friend’s eye and grinned. “Not on your life.”

Rosa could smell the mammoth beast before she saw it, and instinctively clung tighter to her mom’s neck and shoulders. In front of them at the entrance to a cave, Aleister was settling his teenage girls down, and they were joined by Isla and Conor.

“Woah!” Conor gasped. “She’s bigger than an elephant!”

“Con, sit down, you idiot!” Isla tugged at his jacket.

And as Estela trudged closer to them, Rosa’s jaw dropped at the sight of the creature that had Conor entranced.

Arktos filled the cave from floor to ceiling, even as she lay on her belly. Upon her massive head were two spiralling horns, one of which was broken. Her misty eyes darted over her visitors, and her nose snorted as she sniffed the air.

Estela helped Rosa down from her back. “She wouldn’t want to hurt you. She’s like Furball-- we can communicate with her way more than any normal animal. But she’s also as big as a bus and with horns and claws… so we’ll just keep back here. Are you okay?”

Rosa nodded, but stuck close, overawed. She’s seen some pretty special things on La Huerta, but nothing quite so magical as the storied yeti-bear. And the yeti-bear needed help….

“Is Auntie ‘Chelle gonna make her better?” she asked in whisper.

Taylor’s face clouded, but she didn’t shy from the question. “I don’t think so, darling, no.” She could sense it in her bones, as though a soft hum of consciousness wa being shared between herself and the yeti; it was simply Arktos’ time. “Arktos has lived for a long time, and she’s now very sick, and very tired. I think she’s ready to die.”

Rosa responded with just a quiet “Oh,” and sat back in Estela’s lap.

“What we’re going to do,” Taylor said, “is to make her comfortable at the end. Auntie Michelle’s medicine will do that. And those cookies you kids brought-- I reckon Arktos will love them. Auntie Quinn and I will do the feeding, okay? We’ve had the most connection with her over the years; it’s probably safest.”

So, most of the group settled just out the mouth of the cave, giving enough space so the yeti was not to feel crowded. There they kept a quiet vigil, watching on from a distance, and offering caring thoughts. Over time, Conor edged closer, quickly pulled back in line by Liv, who’d taken it upon herself to help Isla with keeping him safe while their mothers were busy.

“She’s old and sick, Con,” Estela said flatly, “but she could still snap you like a twig. Anyway-- she doesn’t know you. Let her die with peace.”

Con made a show of planting himself firmly down where he was meant to be, right between Isla and Liv. “Do you think she likes singing?” he asked after a moment’s contemplation. “We could sing some Christmas carols or something. Not that she knows it’s Christmas Eve or anything….”

Isla’s eyes lit up. “Should have brought your guitar.” And then, she began softly singing the first holiday tune to come to her head; ‘White Christmas’.

The others followed suit; first Conor and Liv, and Jeimy who would turn down a sing-along when hell froze over, then Grace and Erin joined in, then everyone else. Only Rosa remained silent, too self-conscious to do more than mouth the words to the songs she knew. She caught a warm smile from her Mama Taylor in the cave; maybe Arktos really liked the singing.

“So, Rosi… what have you asked Santa for?” Isla asked a while later, clearly hoping some quiet conversation would help the younger girl through what had become a sombre evening-- it was, after all, a lot for a little kid of seven to deal with.

Rosa was surprised. Isla was fifteen-- surely she didn’t believe in Santa still. Even her younger brother, Conor, would have wised up by his age. Did Isla just think Rosa was such a baby to believe in something that was clearly made-up?

 “Err…,” she said softly, not wanting to be rude, as it was pretty obvious that Isla was being nice, “I don’t really believe in Santa”.

 If he was real, he’d probably do more to help kids with no homes. Kids like Rosa-- well, Rosa until now.

“Oh-- that was a big assumption I made, huh? Are your moms gonna do ‘Santa’ then, or just keeping things real?”

Rosa glanced back to her Mama Estela… who was better than any make-believe old bearded dude to her mind. “Moms said Santa can be a game we play, but I know it’s just them.”

“That’s what we do!” Conor chimed in. “If we wanna get presents from the big guy, we go through the motions of believing, even though it’s obviously Mom and Mama.”

Erin, sitting beside Rosa, grinned. “Dad used to dress up and everything!”

Estela snorted affectionately. “A bit thin to be convincing, but that probably would help for going up and down chimneys.” And the twins chuckled.

“Thank you,” Aleister sniffed. “I can’t say I’m sorry that particular joy of parenthood is behind us. I certainly was not convincing, and I don’t believe Imogen bought it for even a second.”

“Nothing gets past you, mija,” Estela said warmly to her niece.

Then, the gigantic bear groaned, and the kids fell silent again, not wanting to disturb her.

Rosa was entranced by Arktos. The yeti looked like a monster, but she was calm and gentle as Taylor, Quinn and Michelle tended to her, carefully taking those special Christmas cookies from their hands, and letting them hold her paw as a comfort.

“Is she hurting?” Rosa whispered, so only her mom could hear.

Estela frowned. “I don’t think so. Michelle gave her something to take the pain away, or at least making it a lot less. She probably feels just… exhausted, like her whole body is heavy.”

Rosa trusted that to be the case, for her Mama Estela never lied to her, even to make her feel better.

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It was not much later when Arktos breathed her last, the silence broken only by Furball’s whimpering at her colossal paws. Quinn sat up straight, her face wet with tears, and gestured for the others to join them to say goodbye.

Waiting her turn after the older kids, Rosa held her mothers’ hands. Her Mama Taylor was teary.

“The yeti-bear was your friend?” she whispered.

“Oh--” Taylor wiped her face. “Yeah, I guess she was. A long, long time ago, she even let me ride her into battle against some seriously evil bad guys. She climbed up the side of a big old hotel building with me hanging on! But mostly… I’ve always been happy knowing she’s out there in the mountains. It felt like she’d keep us safe if ever we needed it. She helped a few of us out over the years.”

“Mrrrp,” Furball confirmed.

The others headed out of the cave, and Rosa felt suddenly nervous. She watched on as her moms lay their hands upon the yeti’s shoulder, paying their respects to an old friend. She wasn’t sure she could be brave enough to do the same.

“Night-night, yeti-bear,” she mumbled. Then she dared to let her fingers ever-so-lightly skim Arktos’ thick fur. “I hope your life was happy and nice.”

“I reckon it was,” Estela assured. “And I can tell you this for free; there are worse things than dying of old age, surrounded by people who love you, and being fed cookies. Come on, mi vida. We better leave her in peace.”

Hoisted back up onto her secure place upon her mom’s back, Rosa nestled in. It was a strain to keep her watering eyes open, and tucked up against Estela’s warm coat, she was so cosy….

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Taylor tenderly pulled up the heavy blanket around her young daughter’s chin. Rosa had barely stirred when they came back up to the suite, their clothes damp from the snow. She’d cried a little, moved by the passing of a magnificent being, and then fallen asleep for a second time, in Taylor’s arms.

It wasn’t the Christmas Eve Taylor’d had in mind. Still, a stocking hung at the end of the bed, already filled, and both moms had left goodnight kisses on Rosa’s forehead, so all was well in the scheme of things. Liv had disappeared off to her own room with Jeimy, for she was all grown up now. Just Taylor and Estela left awake in their cosy suite.

“We’ll just have to break tradition and do the natilla tomorrow,” Estela yawned.

Her little one tended to, Taylor got into her own pyjamas and slipped under the covers. As always, she was drawn by the warmth of her wife’s body.

“I’d been so looking forward to introducing Rosi to the Montoya Family Christmas Eve,” she said, sighing. “What matters is she’s happy, and she is, but she’s already seven… every holiday counts when they grow up so fast. And the sooner family traditions get cemented in for her, the better. She’s gotta be part of it.”

Estela frowned a little. Childhood slipped away, and then it was gone. They’d wanted to give Rosa an evening of simple joys, and somehow they’d ended up introducing her to death instead. They could hope to do better next time round, but life was nothing if not unpredictable. What Estela knew they could do, was be there to soften the bumps in the road as Rosa came upon them.

“The general gist was there,” she admitted. “We stayed up. Ate something sweet-- in this case, shared with a dying yeti. We had family around. I’m pretty sure ‘best laid plans going down the crapper’ is a Montoya family tradition anyway.”

Taylor couldn’t help the smile that tugged at her lips. “True, that. Gotta be the reason for all these grey hairs I’m getting….”

Estela laughed, and brought Taylor closer, kissing her. “Mi amor, you are getting near fifty. You’re gonna have to make peace with the grey hairs.”

Taylor returned the kiss, lingering in the feel of the woman she loved near to her. For all the challenges of motherhood, peace was one thing she didn’t truly need to want for. She had it when Rosa fell asleep, content in the knowledge that her moms were there for her. And she had it in all those years she’d spent with Estela and with Liv, and the more they still had to share.

“Happy Christmas,” she said quietly. “And now, I think we’d do well to take a leaf out of Rosi’s book and get some shut-eye.

Estela kissed her again, then blew one across the room to their slumbering child. “Happy Christmas… goodnight.”

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[wolfaartmation]

About me! :D

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I'm Wolfa but you can also call me Charly! I am 18+ and fr*nch buddhist with ADHD. I'm a trans man (he/him), panromantic and very gay.

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[stained-pawsteps]

Welcome to Stained Pawsteps, a Warriors themed tumblronpa game.

To preface Warriors (or Warrior Cats) is a cat themed semi fantastical xenofiction written by Erin Hunter, a small team of writers.

This will take us to a land far beyond any canon territory, and lore will be explained as necessary or expanded upon asking, so one does not need to be familiar with the book series in the slightest.

As with all tumblronpa games this will contain violence, murder, and death. In addition however to comply with warriors canon, there will be notes of semi-organized religion as Starclan and The Place of No Stars exists and will be mentioned. Not to mention Starclan related events can help drive the plot- and any who choose the path of a medicine cat will have closer ties to Starclan as well. Spoilers for the first four arcs will be mentioned in passing, but is ultimately minimal as this takes place long, long after any canon story.

To answer the call of the prophecy, please, we beckon you here.

To get a little more familiar with basic clan lore, Starclan lends you their aid here.

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Jordyn Bothello and Reagan Leong have arrived.

Welcome, Erin, to Sutton River. We’re excited to have you here! Please contact the main for the Discord link. Thanks!

[ pink hair, usually styled in braids. black platform wedge boots. only the largest cup of iced coffee imaginable. loud music playing in the background of her lab. a black cat that appears out of nowhere. emily bett rickards. ]

small town, big secrets. — is that JORDYN BOTHELLO? i heard SHE is a FORENSIC SCIENTIST. at THIRTY, some things just aren’t what they seem. J has been in sutton river for THREE YEARS, making things more interesting for a tiny town. especially being CYNICAL AND JUDGEMENTAL but also LOYAL AND DEPENDABLE. guess we can’t have it all? wonder what will happen next.

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What is their hometown?: Seattle, WA.

When is their birthday?: July 24.

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Jordyn always loved reading mystery novels. She started out with Nancy Drew and then Agatha Christie. And one would always find her nose would be stuck in a book.

She has three older brothers, all of whom are very protective of her, even though she has proven she can handle herself and can be very feisty. But, being the only girl and the youngest, they are all very protective nonetheless.

She moved to Sutton River after a job offer after seeing her credentials, as the small but mighty team in the tiny town was needing their own forensic scientist rather than sourcing out from Savannah.

Jordyn is not afraid to speak her mind. She may have bubblegum-pink hair but she is ready to fight. Plus she's smarter than people give her credit for. Being a woman in science, most of her colleagues wouldn't bat an eye... until they see her work.

[ hair up in a ponytail, the perfect shade of lipstick, colorful floral scrubs, sneakers that still look perfect, designer sunglasses on the weekend, a glass of rose wine and high heels. gemma chan ]

small town, big secrets. — is that REAGAN LEONG? i heard SHE is a NURSE PRACTITIONER/FORMER BEAUTY QUEEN. at THIRTY-EIGHT, some things just aren’t what they seem. REY has been in sutton river for FIVE YEARS, making things more interesting for a tiny town. especially being SUPERFICIAL AND OVERTRUSTING but also PATIENT AND NURTURING. guess we can’t have it all? wonder what will happen next.

[erin]

OTHER INFORMATION:

What is their hometown?: New York City, NY.

When is their birthday?: January 6.

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Reagan is the oldest of three sisters. They are all close, and being the oldest, she has had most of the responsibility in the family. Being a nurse had always been her dream, so that is one thing about her life she is happy about.

She and her ex-boyfriend were high school sweethearts. They were practically inseparable, even through college. He supported her modeling career too, even if it was mostly her aunt's dream and not her own.

Her aunt signed her up for modeling classes at a young age. She had also once participated in pageants, and since Reagan was the oldest daughter of the oldest son in the family, she didn't have much of a say in the matter. Reagan enjoyed it for the most part, but she hated all the competition and negativity that came with it.

Reagan has a six-year-old daughter named Mae with her husband. The two of them are trying to patch things up in their marriage but things have been slipping downhill for a while.

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[find-the-eyes]

I’ll Try Anything Once, Chapter 49

Written by: Erin, Beth, Sol, Allegra Edited by: Erin, Sol

“Did I tell you we have a party to go to tonight?”

Nick looked up from his textbook and closed it abruptly, glad to have an excuse to abandon his schoolwork. “No...it’s New Year’s Eve, right?”

“Yeah, it is. Someone should get you a calendar,” Alex laughed, “you want to go get ready? We have to be there at nine.”

“Do we have to walk there?”

“I think so. It’ll be a 20 minute walk.”

“... I don’t know if I can…” Nick trailed off with a sigh.

“That doesn’t matter for now. Just get ready, alright?”

Nick nodded, standing up and stretching. Alex smiled at Nick’s slightly-too-small t-shirt riding up over his stomach, exposing a strip of pale skin. Nick noticed Alex’s gaze and playfully smacked his shoulder with a giggle. “D’you think I need to shower?”

“Yeah, sure,” Alex replied. “I could...do you need help?”

“I think I’m good.”

“Oh,” Alex said, his expression falling as he watched Nick retreat down the hall on his crutches. “Are you sure you can stand for that long?”

“I dunno. Maybe? We’ll see,” Nick shrugged. “I’ll just sit if I have to.”

Alex bit his lip as Nick shut the bathroom door behind him. “O-okay.” He slowly returned to the living room, sitting down on the sofa and flipping on the TV. He tried his best to focus on the cooking program that was on, but every time he heard a little sound coming from the bathroom, his attention was diverted. He’s fine. Don’t worry about him. He can take care of himsel-

THUNK!

Alex leapt to his feet and bolted to the bathroom. “Nick?!” He yanked the door open and threw the shower curtain aside to find Nick standing upright, clutching a bottle of shampoo.

Nick gasped and whipped around to stare at Alex. “What?!”

“I…” Alex faltered. “I heard a noise and I- I thought you got hurt-”

“Oh, yeah. Dropped the shampoo. I’m fine.”

“Oh...uh...okay,” Alex said quietly. “Are you sure-”

Nick frowned. “I told you I was fine…”

“Sorry, love,” Alex said quietly. He backed out of the bathroom and shut the door behind him sheepishly.

Alex returned to his spot on the sofa, his heart still pounding and his mind still reeling with worst possible scenarios. He wanted nothing more than to make sure Nick was okay, watch over him at all times, help him with small tasks. But Nick was recovering, and Alex needed to accept that, needed to stop treating everything like a life or death situation.

A short while later, the boys headed out of the flat, fully bundled up to ward off the winter chill. Nick had decided on a red button-down shirt and a pair of sparkly black bell-bottom trousers, while Alex had changed into a pink shirt and black skinny jeans.

As they slowly made their way to the party, Nick’s already shortened breath became even more ragged as he began to recognise his surroundings. It looks like we’re near the… No, it can’t be…

Turning the corner, his eyes confirmed what his brain already knew: it was the abandoned building where he used to live. Bad memories came flooding back momentarily, until he noticed that it didn’t look quite the same as it did before. Whilst it was still clearly derelict, it looked somehow tidier from the outside, as if someone had fixed it up: the front door had been painted a bright blue, and the broken windows had been boarded up with plywood that was painted bright colours.

As Nick paused to examine his old haunt further, he realised that he could hear music coming from inside the building.

“Alex,” Nick looked at his boyfriend with befuddlement, “what is going on?”

Alex beamed. “Surprise,” he said, giving Nick a peck on the cheek. “While you were in the hospital, Paul and Bob and I helped fix the place up. It’s still not perfect, but it’s way nicer than it was before!”

Nick could only stare at the building, his mouth agape. Alex noticed this and began to panic. Oh shit, was this not a good idea?

“Nick, are you ok?” No response. “Nick? What do you think?”

Nick wasn’t sure what to think. Did he really want to venture into a place with so many bad memories?

Nick’s contemplation was interrupted by Alex placing a hand softly on his shoulder.

“I promise it’ll be ok, Nick.” Nick gazed at the taller man, who gave him a reassuring smile. With that, Nick linked one arm with Alex’s and they slowly began to make their way inside.

Nick’s jaw nearly dropped as he saw his former home. The lights inside were bright, broken lightbulbs replaced by warm, yellow light. The walls were painted white with splashes of bright color on the back wall. Fairy lights framed each window, the broken panes replaced with brightly painted plywood.

The once uninhabitable building was now a beautiful space filled with people and upbeat music. It was completely unrecognizable apart from the rafters above them, but even that had been cleaned up and decorated with lights, colourful paint, and tapestries.

“What do you think, Nick?” Nick awoke from his mesmerized state and stared slack-jawed at Alex for a moment before replying.

“I love it.” He barely managed to whisper, still in shock.

Alex, just able to hear Nick’s soft words, carefully wrapped his arms around his wide-eyed love. “Do you want to go sit down? I’ll bring you a hot chocolate?” Nick beamed at these words.

“I’ll be right back, then.” Alex helped Nick into a soft armchair and kissed him on the cheek as he went to find his love a nice, warm drink. Nick continued exploring the room with his eyes. He just couldn’t get over how neat and cosy this former hovel had become.

Nick was jolted out of his trance by a new presence next to him. He looked over, expecting to see Alex with a warm cup of hot cocoa. Instead, he was greeted by a pair of legs swathed in hot pink leopard print leggings. He looked up and saw a bright pink sparkling vest that left little to the imagination, and looking up further still Nick saw a familiar, grinning face.

“Dino?”

“Hi Nick, you look wonderful this evening.” Dino, though as gregarious as ever, wasn’t quite as flirty as he normally was: no lewd comments, no intense stares. Knowing that Nick hadn’t been at his best, Dino knew that now was not the time to hit on Nick; that could wait for another day.

“You seem well! How are you doing?”

“Um, I’m better. Thank you.” Nick smiled at the sparkling man in front of him. Despite what Alex had previously said about him, Nick liked Dino. He was unusual, but friendly, and seemed to genuinely care about Nick's wellbeing.

As the two were chatting, Nick noticed some shuffling in Dino’s vest. Dino, upon noticing Nick’s curiosity, reached inside and pulled out a tan and white rat in a vest that was just as sparkly and pink as Dino’s. Nick gasped at this wondrous sight.

“You remember Peanut, yeah?” Dino proudly showed off his beloved pet.

Nick nodded and grinned as Peanut twitched her little nose and started making her way towards him. She eventually curled up in a ball on his lap.

“She likes you!” Dino beamed with pride, grateful that someone else loved his rat almost as much as he did.

“Thanks for the birthday gift,” Nick said softly, remembering the rat plush he had at home.

“You’re so welcome! I saw the rat plush at IKEA and knew I had to get it for you! Have you named it?”

“Not yet,” Nick laughed, patting Peanut again.

“Maybe Steve? After my rat?”

Nick kept laughing at the prospect of a rat named Steve. “Maybe!” He took the opportunity of a short silence to look up at Dino. Nick never understood why Alex hated him so much — he was always kind and polite, at least to him. Maybe things were different at art school.

As soon as Dino got back to rambling about his new rat playground, a cup of hot cocoa plopped into Nick’s hands. Alex sat down beside him and squeezed his arm gently.

Nick laughed as the warmth from the hot cocoa gently misted his face. “Sure is strange being back here,” he sighed.

“In a good way?”

“Of course! It’s beautiful…” Nick trailed off as he kept looking around the space.

Suddenly, Dino and Peanut scurried off in a pink-vested blur. Alex looked to Nick, confused as to what Dino could be scurrying towards. However, upon approaching the dance floor, Alex saw that Paul was away from the DJ booth.

Upon seeing Dino approaching Paul, Bob froze from behind the DJ booth. Shit. Being left alone to manage the music was difficult enough — but having to watch Paul flirt with Dino, powerless behind giant, clunky headphones?

Bob shook his thoughts away and refocused on the task at hand — making sure that no one at this party got bored of the music choices. There was only an hour left until midnight, after all, and he had to play bangers while not wasting all of the good songs. Despite his focus on his task,  he couldn’t stop looking up at Paul and Dino — is Dino flirting? Why is Paul laughing? What the hell is so—

Bob nearly jumped when he felt a tap on his shoulder. “What—” he removed one side of his headphones and looked up at Alex standing behind him.

“I’ve got it. Prince House Rabbit on the decks,” Alex grinned.

“No, seriously— Prince House Rabbit?”

“Just go get your boy, Bob. We can talk about DJ names later.”

Bob took off his headphones and shoved them into Alex’s hands. “Play the Cha Cha Slide. It always does some good crowd control.”

As Bob walked away, he grinned, recognizing the Cha Cha Slide beginning to play over the speakers. He then heard the unmistakable pat pat pat of Nick scrambling to catch up to him on his crutches.

Bob’s smile quickly faded as he saw Paul brushing Dino’s hair out of his face. “Oh, absolutely not,” he muttered, apparently loud enough for Nick to hear over the Cha Cha Slide.

“Are you okay?” Nick gently nudged Bob with his shoulder, not wanting to lose his balance.

“Yeah, I—”

“We can do something else, if you want,” Nick glanced at Bob and then quickly looked away, “get a snack or something?”

Before Bob could even respond, Nick was wobbling off towards the snack table, where it was much less chaotic than close to the DJ booth.

“Dino was so nice to me earlier,” Nick scooped some pretzels onto a small paper plate, “now I know why you all don’t like him.”

“If he’s nice to you, then—”

“He’s flirting with your boyfriend, Bob!”

“We’re not—” Before Bob could finish his response, Nick was already wobbling away to the sofa near the snacks, trying not to drop his plate.

“We’re not dating,” Bob clarified once he met Nick at the sofa with his snacks.

Nick nodded thoughtfully, “then why are you so upset?”

“Because I love him, and I want to date him, but he’s—” Bob sighed, “I don’t think he values me like that.”

“I’m sure he does,” Nick fiddled with a stray piece of thread on the sofa, “he might just not know how to show it.”

“Well, it would sure help if he wasn’t over there flirting with Dino.”

“You’re right,” Nick sighed, wondering if just not talking anymore would be better than possibly hurting Bob’s feelings. He looked over at Alex, who noticed him and made a heart with his hands.

“Do you think we should go get him?” Bob looked over at Paul again. Dino was too close to him, and he didn’t seem to mind. Seemingly, he didn’t notice Bob at all.

“No, we can…” Nick trailed off, realizing just how affectionate Paul and Dino were being. “We can go tell him off later.”

“Wait, Nick--” Bob laughed to himself, “you really used to live here?”

“Yeah, for a few months,” Nick shrugged, “maybe the worst few months of my life.”

“I almost didn’t believe Paul when he told me why we were fixing this place up,” Bob looked around at the elaborate renovation, “you were always just sort of a mystery to me.”

“I lived up there,” Nick looked up towards the rathers, “I’d like to go up there just to see…”

“We can go, if you want,” Bob offered, wanting to get his mind off of Paul and Dino.

“How do we get up there, though? I don’t think I can do the rope ladder yet…” Nick sighed and got up from the sofa, trying to see an alternate way to the rafters.

“We could try the back,” Bob suggested, glancing towards the roped off area past the snack section. “I mean, there has to be a way to get up there back there, you know?”

Nick nodded and slowly made his way towards the roped off area. “Do you know where this goes?”

Bob grabbed a flashlight from one of the cabinets near the snacks. “I thought you would,” Bob hopped over the caution tape blocking off the hall. “Can you clear this?”

“Can try,” Nick clumsily swung over the barrier, nearly slipping in the dust on the floor.

Once Nick was steady, Bob trekked through the hall, blindly leading the way with the nearly-defunct flashlight. The floorboards creaked under his feet, nearly matching the beat of Nelly’s “Hot In Herre” playing from the other room. What the fuck, Alex?

Shaking his thoughts of Alex’s terrible music choice -- he just came over from Greece a few months ago, I should give him a break -- Bob looked over his shoulder to make sure Nick was following him.

“I-I think I should have a break, Bob,” Nick straggled along a few yards behind Bob. He looked around for somewhere to rest, but found that every available surface was coated in a thick layer of dust.

“Just a bit further,” Bob waited for Nick to catch up with him.

Nick, afraid of being left in the dark, scrambled up to Bob and leaned on him. Bob, not wanting Nick to topple over, slid a hand around his waist. “Is that okay?”

“Perfect,” Nick responded, “thanks.”

Bob stayed silent, recalling his day spent with Nick asleep next to him. He didn’t want to admit that they cuddled, but now… now that Paul was off flirting with Dino and he had Nick right here with him…

“... Do you remember cuddling with me, Nick?” Bob asked as they approached a staircase.

“I can’t do stairs yet.”

“But the cuddles, Nick.”

“I know I fell asleep on you a couple weeks ago. I’m sorry about that.”

“Don’t be sorry,” Bob smiled, “I’m glad I was there for you.”

Nick nodded and broke away from Bob, wobbling towards the stairs on his crutches. “How do I get up there?”

“Try crawling? I’ll— I’ll spot you.”

Nick nodded and got down on his hands and knees. Bob carried Nick’s crutches as he slowly followed him up the stairs, until they reached a door. Bob busted the door open to find a small corridor leading to the rafters.

Bob grabbed Nick’s hand to help him back on his feet, and steadied him on his crutches before continuing into the hallway. Nick’s limbs were sore from crawling up the wooden staircase, but he refused to let the pain show on his face.

“Looks like we’re almost there,” Bob reassured Nick, whose breathing was noticeably heavier. However, Nick was determined to reach their destination without needing a break, and the two of them let the light at the end of the hallway guide them.

Soon the narrow hallway opened up into the large space that was once Nick’s former home, but he hardly recognized it. Two couches and a recliner replaced what used to be a pile of blankets, and strings of lights were wrapped around the newly painted rafters over their heads.

“Oh wow,” Bob broke the silence as they looked around in awe. “It’s so nice and cozy up here.” During the renovation, Bob dedicated his time to painting the walls downstairs and hadn’t gotten a chance to see the rafters until now.

“It didn’t always look like this.” Nice and cozy was the last way Nick would describe this place a few months ago. Paul really did an incredible job renovating the place, even more noticeably so as they approached the couches and spotted a maroon rug on the floor that matched the pillows.

Nick sat himself down on one of the couches, grateful to finally be able to rest, and Bob followed, plopping down next to him on the comfortable cushion.

“Your boyf— I mean— Paul really knows how to fix up a building.” Bob could only respond with a sad laugh, amused with Nick’s caution of referring to Paul as his boyfriend, but also hurt by the reminder that he wasn’t.

The flashy lights from the dancefloor below illuminated their spot, and the booming bass from another awful pop song slightly vibrated the rafters underneath them. Bob smiled at Alex’s continued horrible song choices, but his smile slowly faded when he recognized two figures below them on the dance floor. Bob could spot Paul a mile away, and Dino’s bright pink outfit was hard to miss.

Nick, who had been silently observing Bob from beside him, followed his gaze to the couple. It was uncomfortable for the both of them to watch the way Paul and Dino were pressed against each other, their bodies practically melted together and swaying to the music. Nick felt Bob tense up next to him as Dino then began to lean in until his lips crashed into Paul’s. Bob’s heart immediately sunk, and his stomach churned.

“It makes you sad, doesn’t it?” Nick asked, barely loud enough over the music for Bob to hear.

“More like it breaks my heart.” Bob stared at his hands, afraid to look up and even catch a glimpse of the nightmare unfolding below him.

“I’m sorry.” Nick wasn’t entirely sure what else to say, but he hated seeing Bob so sad. Nick put an arm around Bob’s shoulders as he began to shake and tears began to roll down his cheeks.

Bob knew that he and Paul weren’t a couple, but he still wasn’t entirely sure why. How could Paul say that he loved him, but then sleep with someone else? Did he even mean it?

“Has Alex ever told you that he loves you?”

There was a brief silence as Nick contemplated telling Bob the truth, but he ultimately decided that he trusted Bob and responded with a “yes.”

Bob ignored the slight pang of jealousy stemming from whatever feelings he still had left for Alex. “How do you know that he really means it?” Bob needed to know what true love actually looks like, because he was sure it wasn’t what he was receiving from Paul.

“Well,” Nick started, “he takes care of me. He’s patient with me, and loyal.” Nick had never described Alex like this to someone before, and his heart fluttered as he reflected on the many loving moments they shared. “He makes me feel loved. It’s a feeling, not just words. It’s the way he looks at me.”

Nick’s voice drifted off and Bob wiped his eyes before tilting his head to look at Nick. Nick wasn’t looking directly at Bob, but staring off into the distance somewhere next to his head, his blue eyes sparkling and a small smile tugging at his lips. Bob guessed the look Nick was talking about was the same one in his eyes right now as he described Alex.

Bob confessed his biggest fear, “I don’t think Paul loves me.” Bob looked back to the dancefloor but Paul and Dino were nowhere to be seen, having either shifted out of his sight or gone to another area for more privacy. “He says he does, but how could he do this to me?”

Nick couldn’t even imagine the pain he’d feel if Alex were to ever kiss someone else in front of him. “Maybe you need to talk to him, tell him you don’t want him seeing Dino anymore.”

Bob sighed, “You’re right, it's just hard to get anything out of him sometimes. Relationships confuse him, I think.”

“He does care about you. He looks at you differently.”

“Really?” Bob asked, looking back at Nick who gave him a reassuring smile.

“Yeah, like how Alex looks at me.”

Next thing Bob knew, Nick’s face began to lean into his, causing his heart to beat faster. Before Bob could stop him or ask what he was doing, Nick gently pressed his lips against Bob’s cheek. Despite the innocence of the gesture, Bob still felt his face burn, and he missed the feeling of Nick’s soft lips as soon as he pulled away. Bob had forgotten that Nick’s arm was around him until it slipped off as he stood up. “C’mon, let’s not let this ruin your New Years.”

Bob grabbed Nick’s hand to stop him before standing up. “Thank you, Nick.” It felt good getting this off of his chest to someone, and Bob couldn’t imagine a better person to talk to than Nick. Both of them couldn’t seem to stop smiling as they trekked through the corridor, and Bob sensed the beginning of a new friendship.

Nick carefully made his way back down the stairs, and with Bob’s help, the both of them were able to return to the dance floor before midnight. “Let’s see how Alex is holding up,” Bob suggested, locking his eyes on the DJ booth and refusing to let them stray to sights he didn’t want to see.

“Hey, where have you guys been?” Alex asked as they approached him. Nick sensed an annoyance in his stance, but regardless Alex looked grateful to see his boyfriend and his best friend.

“Talking,” was all Bob responded with as he grabbed a nearby stool for Nick and placed it next to Alex’s. When Nick sat down, he caught a glimpse at the time from Alex’s laptop. 11:50.

“What are you thinking of playing at midnight?” Nick asked, peering up at the laptop screen Alex was scrolling on with ravenous intensity.

“You’ll see,” Alex kept scrolling.

Bob leaned against the booth and let his mind wander. He wanted to see Paul and wanted to spend his New Years with him, but he still felt uneasy over the whole situation with Dino. Bob dared to look towards the dance floor for the first time since talking with Nick, and although it was crowded, he was able to spot Paul who was by himself this time, grabbing a drink from the snacks table.

Suddenly, three blonde girls from Alex’s studio art class who were wearing sparkly gold dresses and heels that looked impossible to walk in approached the DJ booth. “Could you play that new Libertines song?” One of them asked.

“After midnight,” Alex sighed, exasperated, adding the song to his endless list of requests.

“And, while I’m here, why haven’t you guys played a gig in so long?”

Alex ignored the question, or couldn’t hear it. This left Nick or Bob to speak up.

“Well…” Nick started, too softly for anyone to hear him.

“Midterms!” Bob interrupted.

“Get back to gigs soon?” The girl inquired.

“Of course.”

“If you see Paul on the floor,” Alex took off his headphones to speak to the girls, “could you tell him to get back to managing his own party?”

The girls walked away, but Paul was already on his way back to the booth. “Well would you look who it is,” Alex said in a bitter tone, “Managed to pull yourself away?” Bob noticed the glare Alex and Nick were giving Paul, and matched it with one of his own. Paul shifted on his feet, obviously uncomfortable.

“Look, I’m sorry I was gone for so long. Can I—”

“No,” Alex interrupted, refusing to give up his spot, “I have a plan. Maybe if you weren’t off with Dino...” Bob almost couldn’t believe how blunt Alex was being by calling out Paul, but he felt a sense of pride. Paul deserved this.

“Can I please be back in charge?”

“After midnight, if you want,” Alex tapped the touchpad. 11:58.

Paul smiled as soon as he heard the song Alex had put on. “Mr Brightside?” He laughed, “I do love The Killers.”

Bob stood up straighter, paying more attention to this song than whatever nonsense Alex was playing before. As the song launched into its chorus, Bob shot a look towards Alex, who gave him a subtle smirk and slightly tilted his head towards Paul.

Feeling a new sense of confidence, Bob rounded the booth to Paul and grabbed his arm, pulling him to the edge of the dance floor.

“Hey,” was all Paul said, and Bob hated that he couldn’t decipher the emotion on his face. Bob felt angry, scared, excited, a whole whirlwind of emotions that almost made him shake. How is Paul not… feeling this?

“What have you been doing all night?” Bob already knew, but he wanted to hear it from Paul, wanted to make him admit it.

Paul couldn’t look Bob in the eyes. “I’ve been with Dino.”

“Why?” Bob responded sharply, running his thumb over his knuckles for support.

“Why not? You can’t put restrictions on me, Bob. We aren’t even officially together.” Bob wanted to hate Paul, but he couldn’t. The lighting of the dance floor cast shadows on Paul’s face that highlighted his best features. He was so beautiful, even when he was breaking Bob’s heart, and Bob just wanted to be his.

“Can’t you-” Bob’s throat closed up on itself before he could finish. Tears threatened to escape his eyes, but he held them back, trying to remain strong for once.

Paul took a step closer to Bob, getting a soft look in his eyes as guilt began to way him down. He hated seeing Bob upset, and being the cause of it crushed him. “Don’t think this means I care any less about you, Bob.” Paul grabbed Bob’s face in his hands. “You mean so much to me.”

“I don’t want you to be with Dino.” Bob managed shakily, pulling away. “I want you to be with me.”

Before Paul could respond, the crowd around them began to collectively count down the minute until the new year. 59, 58, 57...

Bob didn’t want to be here, but he didn’t know where else to go. Paul didn’t love him and Paul didn’t want to be with. He felt humiliated and stupid, and he just wanted to disappear, didn’t want to see the sad look Paul was giving him.

30, 29, 28... Bob looked away from Paul for a moment to catch Alex rushing towards a dark corner towards the back of the room, Nick hobbling on his crutches close behind. Their excitement was obvious from all the way across the room, and for the first time Bob felt happy for them, rather than jealous. After his conversation with Nick, Bob could confirm that there was real and pure love between them.

10, 9, 8... Alex seemed unable to wait any longer as he pulled Nick into a kiss before they both disappeared from sight.

As everyone around them cheered, “3, 2,1, Happy New Year!” Bob looked back at Paul. They stared at each other in silence for a moment despite the celebration surrounding them. Bob waited for Paul to just walk away, go find Dino, to never talk to him again, but instead Paul took a step closer to him. Paul slowly lifted his hand to place on the back of Bob’s head, as if scared he would resist this time too. However, Bob didn’t back away; he couldn’t. His heart hammered wildly in his chest as he waited for Paul’s next move. Paul leaned in slowly, his eyes gravitating to Bob’s mouth and his hand pulling him closer. Bob could feel Paul’s breath against his face as he whispered, “happy new year, Bob,” before connecting their lips. As they stood there, gently pressed together, Bob felt the pain in his heart subside. After a moment, Bob wrapped his arms around Paul’s waist to pull him even closer, feeling almost selfish and wanting the world to know that Paul was his.

Bob didn’t know how much time had passed when they finally broke apart. He pulled Paul into a hug instead and whispered in his ear, “Happy new year, Paul.” It felt good to have Paul this close again, and Bob focused on their matched breathing, prepared to stay like this for the rest of the night.

-

Shimmering red flashes of light crackled and illuminated the sky above Nick and Alex.

“Pretty,” Nick said, trying not to shiver from the cold. The two boys sat on a concrete ledge they had found along the perimeter of the building, having escaped from the party to observe the fireworks going off from a few blocks down.

“They really are,” Alex responded, pulling Nick slightly closer by his shoulders to keep both of them warm. The sound of another explosion rang in the air before streaks of white light drew lines in the dark sky in all different directions. Every time this happened, Alex could feel Nick flinch slightly, but he didn’t express any concerns, seeming to enjoy the light show more than anything.

The concept of time continuing on without being able to stop terrified Alex, and he often found himself dreading each coming year. In previous years he couldn’t understand how people could celebrate getting older and losing the past, but today he didn’t feel so pessimistic about starting a new year. “What do you think about 2005?”

“It’s been good so far.” Of course Nick’s answer was simple, but Alex appreciated it nonetheless.

“I agree. I’m so happy I get to spend it with you, Nitzki.” Alex found Nick’s hands from his lap and held them in his own as another attempt to keep him warm.

“I think this year will be the best one yet.”

Alex let out a small laugh. “What makes you say that?”

“I have you, now.” Nick looked away from the light show for a moment to speak to Alex. “And Steck.” The mention of their furry companion made them both smile.

“And Bob and Paul,” Alex added.

“Yes, them too. I hope they figure out their relationship.”

“Me too. I really don’t get what Paul’s deal is. Bob doesn’t deserve this,” Alex said, reflecting on the anger he felt towards Paul watching him dance and make out with Dino all night.

“He doesn’t. Bob is a good person.”

“He really is.” The two of them then sat in silence for a while, admiring what they assumed to be the finale of the fireworks show as colorful lights rapidly exploded in the air.

The silence that followed was comfortable. Alex and Nick continued to hold each other in the cold night, and the streaks of smoke lingering in the sky were the only evidence left of the fireworks. A slight sadness fell upon Nick, but he glanced over at Alex again and felt comfort in knowing that not everything beautiful disappeared so quickly.

[specialagentlokitty]

Hotch x reader - Broken souls

Part three:

You had spent the next week slowly talking to Aaron. You still hadn’t told him that you were going for an interview at the BAU, you knew he worked there but he didn’t know anything about you.

Walking into the FBI building, you looked around and spotted a younger man talking to an older one.

“Excuse me gentlemen?” You asked.

“How can we help?” The older one asked.

“Can you show me to Erin Struass’ office?”

“Sure thing. What’s your name?”

You followed behind them older one, carefully looking around at everyone you had passed.

“(Y/N).”

The man nodded and held you his hand. Thankfully you didn’t have to swap hand this time so you shook it.

“David Rossi.”

He gestured to a door and you smiled, giving a nod of your head you knocked on the door before entering.

“Please have a seat.”

You closed the door and sat down, checking the office over.

“Miss Barnes, I know who you are and why you’re here. If it were up to me someone like you wouldn’t have a position here.”

You looked at her.

“It’s (L/N) here if you don’t mind. I have no way to assure you that I have changed, and I refuse to tell you anything about my past. But I can tell you I come here simply for a fresh start.”

She nodded her head, holding your file in her hand.

“They gave me a brief history about you. I tried to have someone look into but no files were found.”

“Need to know basis really. My details are well protected.”

“I’m well aware. Look, I have no choice but to give you this job, but I will be keeping a close eye on you.”

“I understand ma’am, thank you.”

“I guess you should meet the team.”

You got up and followed her in silence.

She led you to a bullpen, and some people looked up, but she didn’t stop to talk to them.

She carried on walking and you did the same.

Leading you up to an office, she knocked on the door before walking in and you did the same. You recognised Aaron immediately and he did the same.

Shock washed over his face before it quickly vanished.

“This is Agent (L/N), she’s on loan from another agency. She’ll be on your team until I see fit.”

With that, Strauss left and you turned to Aaron giving him a small smile.

“Hello again.”

“You never told me you were starting here.” He said.

“You never told me you worked here.” You resorted.

He chuckled and nodded his head as he offered you a seat.

“Let me formally welcome you then. I’m supervisory special agent Aaron Hotchner. You can call me Hotch.”

“(Y/N) (L/N), call me whatever.”

He nodded, and started to show you things and explain how things worked.

After going through everything, he took you down the stairs where a small group of people were waiting for you both.

“Guys, this is (Y/N) (L/N) she’ll be joining us.”

Aaron introduced you to everyone, and they immediately started asking questions.

“Where are you from?” Prentiss asked.

“New York.”

“Not much of an accent.” She mused.

You chuckled, giving a small shrug of your shoulders.

“I’ve travelled.”

“Tell us about you!” Garcia beamed.

“Well, there’s not much to say.” Smiled.

They all looked at each other.

You knew these were the worlds best profilers, the best people there was at reading other people.

You knew they didn’t believe what you just said, but they didn’t seem to push it too much.

“What brings you here?” JJ smiled.

“Work.”

They nodded, you answered a few more of their questions before they all had to separate in order to do their work.

Sitting at the desk you were given, you slyly looked around.

You could easily place the SHIELD agents that were put there.

They all gave you a small nod when you connected eyes with them and the you turned to the cameras.

You weren’t stupid, you knew that fury was watching you on those cameras.

When you phone went off you frowned and picked it up.

Tony: someone’s trying to access your file.

You: who?

Tony: Penelope Garcia.

You: she’s someone I work with, do your thing.

Tony: got it kid.

You weren’t surprised she was going to try and get information about you. No doubt Aaron had put her to it.

You trusted Tony though, he was going to throw a few fake things her way just to keep them satisfied but you wondered how long you could keep your little secret for