#like i wish they explained why derek had a son

[ronandreams]

i personally just don't understand the hate, i feel like if you watched teen wolf all those years and truly loved the show exactly how it was, you should enjoy the movie too, it was exactly the same?? they captured the atmosphere, the essence of the show, the excitement and the fear, the characters we love & the family they became. i don't like the ending either but we're not always going to agree with the writers' choices, it was still a really fun and great movie, super nostalgic too. not everything is made to be critiqued to hell, some things are just to enjoy lol. i think some of you decided to hate it before even watching it 🤷‍♀️

[certifiedlovergirlsstuff]

his brown eyes had tragedy weaved behind his irises | season 3 s.r. x gn!reader

tw: mention of drugs and needles.

it was quiet in the bullpen. most agents and staff have gone home or hit the town when the clock hit five pm, while others are too engrossed with their work to deport from their desks. you being the latter, wanting to complete the paperwork from your recent case while the details are still fresh and there's less commotion filling the floor.

suit jacket slowly sliding off the back of your chair, a cup of cold tea beside a lukewarm mug of caramel-colored coffee that pen dropped off when leaving her dungeon to join the team for a drink. jj and emily tried to sweet talk their way into persuading you to abandon the manilla envelope until tomorrow morning, but you were insistent about staying so them along with derek said their goodbyes for the night. hotch also stayed behind, as usual, holed up in his office with his lights dimmed and desk lamp bright. you know he wishes to just head home to his wife and son but his position forces onto him double the paperwork.

signing to yourself as you only had five more pages to fill out and process, you pushed away from your desk and headed to the bathroom to splash some cold water to reawaken your senses. the dull steps to the bathroom was the only noise to follow you down the empty hallway, no passerby to greet or bump into, until-

"sorry- oh! spence, i thought you went home?" taking a step back after your run-in outside the doors. spencer was wide-eyed and fidgeting with his left sleeve, strands of growing hair wild and untamed. he seemed disoriented, unorganized than he usually is.

he licked his lips, "had some files to work on." his only response, not bothering with further explain. he seemed to avoid eye contact, unable to stand still for a second as he kept messing with his dress shirt or running a hand along the side of his head.

you took notice of the darkened circles under his eyes, almost a purple bruise discoloration. his cheeks more hollowed out and even his skin tone looked a bit ghostly, barely any of that natural peachy color. "are you feeling well, spence?" concern for your close friend. you raised a hand to check his forehead, but his hand wrapped tight around your wrist and he stared darkly at you.

"i'm fine. just leave me alone." he dropped your arm and rushed away leaving you in shock at what just transpired.

your mind raced as you tried to notice when this sudden change in attitude happened with spencer. it's been almost a month since spencer was in the hospital from that one case, the doctors say he was injected multiple times with dilaudid when held hostage. you heard the drug is stronger than heroin and you saw that spencer had multiple needle pokes.

he wouldn’t…. he couldn’t possibly still…. he might….

“shit,” whispering to yourself once you came to the conclusion. spencer was still using, this could get him fired from the unit if anyone finds out. was that why everyone’s been quiet and puzzled around spencer lately? did they secretly know but chose not to say anything, even in private to him?

for the past month spencer reid has been struggling in silence with no reach for help. but not for much longer. walking away from the bathrooms and back to the bullpen, you disregard your desk and casually walked to spencer’s desk. he was hunched over scattered files with a tightness to his shoulders, pen bouncing between his index and middle finger on his right hand while his left kept scratching over his body. he was fidgeting like there was a million ants crawling over him and he couldn’t fine relief.

he was a lit billboard sign screaming ‘help me! please, somebody say something!’

“spence,” giving a light knuckle knocking on his desk as greeting. he didn’t bother looking at you, just moving his head at the noise then back. you licked your lips, “i was planning on leaving in about twenty minutes and was wondering if you’d like a ride. not very safe to take the subway at his time.” this wasn’t anything new, you always offer him rides home when stuck at the office together.

“uh, not tonight. might be here for a while. lots of work to do.” he sounded distracted but he didn’t seemed concentrated by the paperwork before him. a hand rubbed at the back of his neck until it started to turn red at the harsh touch.

you stepped forward and placed a gentle hand to his back, he froze. he usually welcomed your touches compared to others but it was like you were a hot poker stinging him as you were reaching out for him. “i’m sure this can wait a few hours until you’re well rested. and more coffee isn’t gonna help at this hour.” keeping a low tone.

spencer rounded his shoulders, a nonverbal gesture to back off. “just leave me alone, y/n. you don’t have to baby me. i’m fine.” stern and cold.

you sighed in defeat and stepped away, “you’re not fine, spence. and i care about you, but i’ll wait until you’re ready to talk… see you tomorrow.” another knock goodbye as you headed to your desk and finished your file.

heading to hotch’s office with your belongs and paperwork, you poked your head inside and softly greeted him. “you should’ve left hours ago,” a gruffness to his voice as he waved you inside.

“and you should’ve been in the parking lot at four fifty-nine, but guess we don’t all get lucky.” you saw the quirk of his mouth that he tried to hide, “anyway here’s the completed file from the jeff anderson case.” sliding the folder over his dark wood desk.

hotch’s brows raise, “the case we completed-“ he looked at his watch. “twenty hours ago?”

you shrugged, “what can i say? i’m dedicated to my work. also means i won’t have to do it tomorrow morning, works out in my favor.” hitching your satchel strap higher on your shoulder, “umm… also i wanted to ask you something, kinda personal.”

hotch placed his pen onto his paperwork and closed it shut to show you undivided attention, he held a hand out to one of the chairs in front of his desk. sitting down you couldn’t tell if this was a good decision but you needed a different perspective.

“this involves spencer, i just wanted to know if you’ve noticed his behavior lately.” trying to play is cool.

hotch sighed, “l/n you know we’re not allowed to profile agents.” you rushed to speak, “yes i know, but genuinely, as a concerned friend of his, have you not noticed he seems… off?”

he went quiet, head turning to look out the window and you followed to see spencer still sitting at his desk with a frustrated expression clouding his face. he seemed like any second he would scream or throw something across the room, but all his did was pound his fist onto his desk thrice and sighed while staring at the ceiling.

“he went through something very traumatic. it’s gonna take a while for him to recover.” a diplomatic statement. not addressing the drugs and the consequences those would have. plausible deniability.

“of course. just wish he could talk to us, we’re his family.” solemnly looking at your lap. he didn’t deserve to get kidnapped and almost die, he didn’t deserve this addiction that was forced into him.

“i know, but he’ll come to us when he feels ready. until then we can only be his silent support system.” hotch sounded upset as well but was able to hide most of it. you didn’t bother saying anything in response, just a nod and a cheeky good morning to your superior before leaving his space and heading to the elevators.

“y/n, hey wait.” footsteps heavy and quick you turned to see spencer at a fast speed walk, a mild jog if it was you with you shorter legs.

turning completely to him and away from the elevator you were unprepared for whatever spencer might say, hoping he’ll speak to you about his issue. “want a ride?” deciding to pose the earlier question for further conversation.

“uh if- if you don’t mind my- my company.” two stutters and his brows pinched in the middle. he was nervous. you tried to sooth his worry with a warmly smile, “i always enjoy your company.” full sincerity dripping from your tongue.

spencer smiled hesitantly, “okay let me just,” he pointed over his shoulder and you nodded him along. he returned in under three minutes with his corduroy  brown coat keeping him warm from the sudden spring chill and his matching brown satchel slung across his chest.

“let’s hit the road, partner.” a slight pep to your step, just glad to have him with in your space. neither of you bothered with any conversation to your car, just letting nature fill the space until your engine replace that and the low volume from a radio station accompanied.

“can you stay at my place?” the abrupt question caused you to flinch and swerve the car slightly to the left then straighten out. your eyes bugged at your actions, “sorry, sorry got lost in my head and forgot i wasn’t alone for a second.” full truth with a splash of lying.

“it’s okay if you don’t-“ “of course i’d love to. lucky i have another go-bag in my trunk.”

at a stop light you looked to your right, spencer lit and shaded by a street lamp. with his hollowed eyes and chiseled features it was like he stepped out a tim burton movie, and halloween was his favorite holiday. you wanted to hold him close to your chest and card your fingers through his hair, whisper welcoming and loving reassurances against his temple while stippling kisses to his crown.

spencer reid deserved that and more.

“the lights green.” you blinked three times at spencer’s direct stare then forward to his apartment.

the comforting smell of hundreds of books mixed with a simple clean scent wafted over you and loosened your muscles. it was a universal hug from spencer welcoming you into his safe space.

“your home is very cozy. well lived in.” complimenting spencer’s living arrangements. he hung his jacket and satchel to a set of hooks beside his door then turned to you with that awkward smile of his. “thank you. definitely planning to stay here forever cause moving all this wouldn’t be any fun.” and you silently agree.

“uh, actually there- there was a reason i asked for you to stay.” spencer spoke lowly, barely wanting to acknowledge his own words.

placing your go-bag beside his couch you looked to him with hopefully an open and reassuring gaze. “you can tell me anything, spence. i’ll always be here for you.” wanting to reach out but holding back for his boundaries.

spencer wrung his hand with eyes downcast, “uh, do- do you remember the tobias hankel case? when i was kidnapped.” his voice was meek. he wanted to curl into himself.

you nodded, “yeah, i was a useless nervous wreck for those few hours. and i didn’t leave your side when you were in the hospital unless needed. i was scared to death about you.” a shakey release of breath. that case was the stepping stone for you to realize more about your feelings towards spencer.

spencer licked his lips, “and you know the doctors had to keep me for a few days to make sure i was detoxed of the drugs in my system.” he finally looked at you, those sad puppy eyes that melted your heart into a puddle.

you took a step forward, “yeah. a full week.”

“well um, uh, when- when leaving the crime scene i- i took a bottle of dilaudid. and i’ve- i’ve been-“ you took another step and stopped him with a small, “i know.” not wanting him to stress over sharing every detail.

his warm brown eyes started to shine with growing tears added with a quiver to his lips, “i- i just… i couldn’t stop myself. i don’t- i don’t want this.” a crack at the end.

you rushed forward to wrap your arms over his shoulders with a hand pushing his head into the crook of your neck. his own long limbs wrapped behind your back and pressed you close to his chest and you could feel each heave of his stuttering breaths.

“it’s okay, spence.” petting the back of his head, “you’ll get through this. i’m here to help you, i only care about your well being.” speaking in low tones, even pressing a gentle kiss to his temple. he did always say that kissing was safer than shaking hands in greeting.

“what if i don’t get better?” a hushed what if, thinking more of a hypothetical then reality in hand. you were quick to quell his fear, “you just have to take baby steps and when you’re ready you could go to na for more guidance from first hand people. even just getting through a full day is a huge accomplishment.”

spencer’s arms held you tighter, “will you stay with me? through it all.” he’s confided in private with you how he’s scared people in his life are just gonna keep leaving. especially people in the bau, you’re his second family while his mother is out of reach on an everyday bases. and at the time you chuckled lightly and said, “of course im gonna stay with you. why wouldn’t i?” and he said so easily with a shrug, “everyone eventually does.”

“i’m gonna stay with you no matter what.” your earlier thought came to mind, from the car, and you made sure to press kiss after kiss to his temple and into the crown of his head. “i love you too much to ever depart from you.” whispered just above his ear.

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a/n: might be OFC cause i haven’t watched CM in a minute. 1 something k. title is from @unboundprompts

kinda left it a little open ended cause i fear it would get sloppy if i wrote more.

[thearcherprentiss]

Criminal Minds as things my friends have said pt. 2

Emily: "At my funeral I'm going to raise up out of the coffin and say 'you didn't think you'd get rid of me that easily, did you?'."

Hotch: "No you will not. I will double kill you if you do that."

(This one is way funnier in the context of Lauren)

Reid: "Why are there no freaking tortillas in this entire goshdarn kitchen?!"

Rossi: "Woah, watch your language there."

*Henry jabbering on about something*

Emily: "Sorry, I can't focus on what you're saying with all of that Cheeto powder on your face."

JJ: "EMILY!"

Emily: "WHAT? You try listening to someone talk when they're Donald Trump orange!"

JJ: "I'm not going to fight Derek, it's beneath me."

Morgan: "The only thing beneath you is some children. Not all of them though... get it? You're short."

JJ: "Derek, I'm literally 5'7"."

Morgan: "I don't like tomatoes."

Emily: "Do you like salsa?"

Morgan: "Yeah of course, who doesn't?"

Emily: "So what I'm hearing is you're a fucking liar?"

JJ: "What did everyone do this weekend?"

Reid: "I wrote a paper on the orbitofrontal cortex of the brain!"

Morgan: "I don't know how much longer I can defend you when you act like this."

Reid: "I wish we had food here like they do in Greece. It's so much better."

Morgan: "At least we still exist. Greece isn't even a country anymore."

Reid: "Yes it is? Do you actively say these things to make me worry about you, or are you just oblivious?"

JJ, eating a microwaveable macaroni cup: "Something is off about this..."

Hotch: "Did you check the expiration date?"

JJ, emotionlessly: "*checks* It expired last year. That would explain it. *takes another bite*"

Hotch: "???"

Tara: "I think I'm telepathic."

Matt: "Why do you say that?"

Tara: "Someone was tailgating me on my way here today, and I was like 'sir I will fuck you up' in my mind, and he stopped immediately."

Luke: "Woah, maybe you are telepathic."

Tara: " That or he saw me flip him off."

Matt, facepalming: "I- nope. Never mind."

Morgan: "Well?"

Rossi: "The dog was cute, but the video was weird."

Morgan: "Your face is weird!"

JJ: "Wow, did my son teach you that burn?"

*Emily glaring at JJ*

JJ: "Why are you looking at me like that? You've been doing it all day."

Emily: "I had a dream that you had sex with Morgan last night!"

JJ: "And you're mad at ME? I should be mad at YOU for conjuring that in your subconscious!"

Morgan, playing with the kids: "Touch your nose! Now touch your ears! Now touch your hair!"

Jack: "You don't have any hair."

Morgan: "Hotch... come get your son right now."

Emily: "I don't like that guy."

Luke: "What'd he do?"

Emily: "He gave himself the nickname 'possum', and while that's not outrightly bad, it's highly questionable."

*Reid comes in with a broken bone*

Morgan: "This wouldn't have happened if you'd had more milk as a kid."

Reid: "Morgan, I was allergic."

Morgan: "Dairy allergies are fake. Just produce lactase. It's not that hard."

Reid: "I am both impressed that you know what lactase is and offended that you think I would choose to not eat cheese."

[here-to-read-and-write]

Eli in the past.

So I had to make this, because let's be honest the movie was...I can't find the words to describe it. The only good thing about it, is Eli.

"So you are telling us…That you are the son of Derek" Stile asked unsure of what reaction he should give, he was happy for his sour wolf Did he just call me him his ? and as much as he wanted to deny the pit in his stomach but he couldn't.

It may sound selfish and heartless, but Stiles wished this was all a nightmare or that the boy was maybe one of Derek's one-night stands, or that the mother died while giving birth. Unfortunately, this was all a wish from a broken heart.

"Who is your mother?" Lydia asked when she notice how silent Stiles become, and before Eli could respond the door opened.

"Dad!" Eli happily called seeing Derek at the door, "MOM!" That earned everyone's attention.

Eli throw himself at (Y/N) and Derek who just stared at each other completely clueless about what was happening.

If Stiles was feeling awful, he just wished for one of his crushes to die.

"What is going on?" Derek questioned without letting go of the child in his arms.

(Y/N) walked to Stiles putting a comforting hand on his should as she noticed his dejected expression.

When did she get here? He thought.

"You're okay?" She asked her tone soft. Like always when she talked to him.

Okay, now he felt much worse. He stood up abruptly leaving the place before any could stop him.

"Is he okay?" (Y/N) asked, and no one responded. Not even Scott. Who knew about Stiles feeling for you two.

"I will go talk to him" Scott left giving everyone an apologetic smile.

"So…Can someone explain what a kid doing in my loft, and why is he calling me dad?" Derek raised an eyebrow completely ignoring the kid that left him to hug (Y/N), and the oblivious blush on his cheek.

"Kid, I'm sorry to say this but I'm not your mother. I'm tto young to give birth." (Y/N) explain to the kid tryingto get him off her.

"Not yet, but soon" He pointed out, smiling shiply.

"So what's your name and why are you here?" (Y/N) shacked her head putting the groceries away with Derek. She decided to take things slowly and maybe understand the boy.

"I'm Eli (last name) Mieczyslaw Hale" He happily introduced himself arms spread wide, and from your chock you let the plate shatter on the ground.

"I don't believe you!" You whispered.

Eli turns your way, lifting his shirt to show a half-moon shape on the middle of his chest.

"Impossible!" You slowly walked toward him, before hesitantly tracing the mark.

"It looks just likes yours, doesn't it?" Eli asked smiling at you. You nodded silently. You didn't know what to say or if you were even capable.

"You are my child" You hugged him, tears falling down your cheeks, with the biggest smile on your face.

The half-moon shape, that looked like a burn was a symbol of your home, you pack. Unfortunately, an accident happened and they all die. You felt it as if your heart was burning more with their soul slowly leaving each one of them.

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"So you're telling me…I married two men?" (Y/N) raised an eyebrow, passing a bowl of fruit to the boy, who happily took it grinning.

Everyone had left except you and Stiles, with a promise of giving them details later, since they had school tomorrow morning. Eli had insisted that Stiles stays, and either way, he was your ride home.

"What's with the grin?" You ask, with a smile of your own, you were still not yet over the fact that you had such a beautiful kid.

"You always prepare, a bowl of fruits with some yoghurt for me and the twins. for our movie night. Each Friday." He looked down at the bowl sniffing.

"Used?" You asked worriedly about what have happened in the future.

"You fallen into coma after your saved dad from sacrificing himself" Eli wiped his tears, before giving a smile. He was obliviously trying to hide his fellings, and even if he wasn't your child yet, you hugged him burying his face in your chest.

Your motherly warmth caused all of his hidden emotions to explode. He couldn't help himself from crying, letting everything out. All the fear and all the frustration he buried for months inside of him.

You let him, until he calmed down enough to eat his fruit, and explain. With both of the men just watching you act like mother.

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"You married dad " He pointed at Derek, who was leaning against the wall, watching from a distance while the boy was still laying on your chest "You got married when you were fourth month pregnant, at that time you were already married to papa Stiles" This seems to catch all your attention, especially Stiles.

"Papa Stiles?" You titled your head.

"Yes,from I was told you had a big fight broke between you and Dad. He said some hurtful things, so you left with papa Stiles to study aboard" He hatefully glared at his dad, before turning to you with the biggest smiles "two months later you discovered you were pregnant..Papa Stiles took the opportunaty to marry you and protect you" He left your arms to go to stiles, who hugged him back with a big smile.

I married (Y/N). Stiles is over the moon biting his lips tp stop a giggle from escaping, at the thought of you two living together, with you wearing a ring, proof that you belong to him, just as how belongs to you.

Stiles didn't look much older than Eli. They looked more like brothers than a father and a son, yet your son seem to look at him with such admiration, causing Derek to clench his teeth, eyes turning slightly yellow.

"and one night he called Dad and told him about everything. He thought he deserved to know that you never cheated on him…You may guess what happened. Dad come and demanded a DNA test, and just like you expected I was his child, and you never cheated" He took some paper out of his jacket passing it to you.

The paper had your full name, with Derek's too.

"He tried to apologize but you refuse to even see his face, but papa Stiles convinced you…Few dates from here and there and you were back together just this time with Papa Stiles, by your side." Stiles was looking at Eli with so much love it warm your heart, yet broke you, you didn't want for Stiles to feel obligated to marry you just because of you been pregnant.

You wish it was his-the child-, because to be honest you always liked Stiles, yet you never dared to express those feelings, knowing well that he liked Lydia.

"What about the twins?" You questioned.

"They are my half-brother and sister, you had them from Papa Stiles" Your head snaps to Stiles, whose jaw dropped. You turned to Derek, and he give the same reaction. Not like it changed, since Eli explained that he was his son.

Oh my God, I have twins. Stiles thought.

"That doesn't explain why you're here?" You asked, and sudenly the boy got nervous.

"After you got on a coma our family start falling apart… Espacially after grandma came back." The boy buried himself in Stiles' chest.

"My mom?" Your voice cracked and your heart skipped a beat, earning you a look of worry from both men.

"She tried to make Dads divorce you, when they showed her that she already had children with both of them, she just laughed and asked them to keep us" Your grip harden around Stiles, making him pat him softly.

"I-I…I didn't know what to do, she already had everything ready, a lawyer, evidence to show that you were forced to marry them" You frowned, before softly standing.

"That's why you came here" You concluded, before wrapping your hands around him. The three of you hugged him, giving him a little comfort.

"I was in your room looking for something against her, when sudenly I was teleported here" You closed your eyes, searching in your mind before it hit you.

"Wait here!" You run to Derek's room,and few minutes later you came back with two books in hand.

"I think you were looking for those" you handed them to Eli, who opened one of them to see writings.

"What are those?" Eli asked, "Those are my journal, from when I used to live with my mom…I think it's more than enough evidance to use" Eli's eyes lit up.

"I hide them, in Derek's room since no one will think or dare to look for them there" You awkwardly laughed, looking away from Derek, who himself didn't know that something precious was hiding in his room.

"When did you put them there?" He found himself asking.

"After two weeks after we started dating" You explained going back to you previous position, stealing your son from Stiles.

You started dating Derek, giving him a chance, when you caught Stiles and Lydia kissing.

"Oh" He simply replaied.

"It's getting late, why don't we leave. We still have school tomorow" You yawned, eyes already closing.

"Can…C-Can we all sleep together?" Eli yawned too, refusing to let you go.

You three looked at each other and shrugged, but deep inside you all were excited to sleep together.

And God knows how fast you all had fallen asleep that night. All warm, with one wish, is for this moment to never end or at least last longer, so you can all graved in your heart and mind.

[thatonelonelydude]

Right Place, Wrong Time

A sterek fic, part 1

Derek's brain sluggishly drug him from unconsciousness. His body was telling him that he was in danger, that there was something in the room with him, but his bone deep exhaustion was tugging him back under and the ache that permeated throughout his entire being made him not want to wake. With what little alertness he had, he tried to sense what put his subconscious on high alert. He was still in the Stilinski household, in Stiles' bed where he had crashed earlier in the night, and nothing felt out of place. There were no foreign sounds or smells, and the only heartbeats in the house were his and the sheriff's. He rolled onto his side with a low groan and buried his face in the pillow beneath his head. He forced himself to relax back into the sheets and for his mind to quiet down. He had nearly drifted off again when a very important fact finally registered in his mind.

The sheriff was home.

The wolf's eyes flew open at the realization, and he frantically tried to located the man's heartbeat over the pounding of his own. If the sheriff found him in his son's bed he was for sure a deadman. Considering he used to be a fugitive, the man wouldn't hesitate to put a bullet in his head and fill him full of lead. Why did Stiles have to pick this night of all nights to stay at Scott's? Why couldn't he be here to talk his dad down so Derek could leave the house alive and not in a body bag? This was going to be his last day on earth and he knew it.

Ba-bump, ba-bump.

There it was. He focused on the sound to see if the sheriff was far enough away that he could slip away undetected.

Ba-bump, ba-bump.

His heartbeat sounded eerily close. Almost like he was-

Ba-bump.

Oh boy. He was standing right behind him, wasn't he?

Derek slowly turned his head to peer over his shoulder and locked eyes with the barrel of a familiar gun. Shit. He had spent all day, from dawn till dusk, dodging the bullets and arrows of hunters, and now he was going to die at the hands of the sheriff. His eyes trailed upwards from the gun to the face of its owner and was met a hard glare.

"You better have one hell of a reason as to why you're in my house." John growled out, voice cold.

Derek looked back down at the gun pointed at his head. There was no way he could talk himself out of this predicament, he wasn't Stiles. Although, he sure wished he was right now. There was nothing he could say that would work as an excuse to explain why he was here, and he was probably going to get shot no matter what he said. He could feel a thin sheen of sweat forming as he started panicking internally. John shifted his stance, leering over the wolf in more intimidating manor while he waited for an answer.

"I uh... I stay here sometimes since I don't exactly have the most livable accommodations, as your son would put it." Derek eventually responded. He kept his voice low, afraid of being too loud, and winced as he forced each word out.

"And why would my son be speaking to you?" As the sheriff spoke, the gun steadily drew closer. Oh well, if he was going to die anyway, why not drop a few bombshells on the way out.

"Because I'm dating him."

He watched as an array of emotions flitted across John's face, shock, confusion, anger. As quickly as they came, they were gone, and the sheriff had his stony glare back on. He was silent for a beat and then adjusted his grip on the gun.

"Are you having sex with my son?" he asked calmly.

What?

Derek's eyes widened comically, and he shook his head vigorously.

"No! Nonono." If the sheriff thought he was banging his son, he was bound to get trigger happy. John stared down at the wolf, watching him for a moment, before lowering his gun. His face now a mask of indifference. Derek let out silent breath he didn't know he had been holding. That could have gone a lot worse than it did. The sheriff stood straight, turning away from the wolff, and moved out of the room. He paused in the doorway momentarily to look back at Derek.

"I'll see you at breakfast tomorrow."

Derek watched him leave warily. He was puzzled as to whether that was an invitation or demand, but from his tone it was most likely the latter. He waited long after he heard the sheriff's bedroom door shut before settling back down, and it was even longer before he was able to fall back asleep. Tomorrow he would see if would be in his best interest to stay or leave, but tonight he was going to rest while he still had the chance.

[justahumblememefarmer]

Teen Wolf The Movie thoughts

The timeline is WACK. The show ran from 2011-2017. It took 6 years of real world time for 3 years in the show to pass. So in the show it either went from 2011-2014 or 2014-2017. This is set 15 years after Alison's death, which at the earliest is like... 2012, which would make this set in 2027.

Derek has a son. The mother is never mentioned, however the son is explicitly stated to be 15 years old, which means that he was born shortly before or after Allison's death, while Derek was still fully apart of the show. So either he had a baby with Jennifer Blake completely off-screen, or with some rando woman. And then either he didn't know, and just... randomly got full custody later in his life, or knew and never mentioned it.

They picked up dirt from where Alison died, but... didn't she die right outside of Eichen House or something? I thought maybe it was the ruined site based off the gate that was there. I forget what happened to Eichen House at the end of the show. But then at the end, I guess Eichen is still in operation?

The cursing was wild. It was like everybody got a free F bomb.

The nudity was even more insane. My friend and I were SCREAMING when Malia randomly jumped Parrish and they both stripped. Such an insane couple. He should stop going after girls he met when they were in high school and he was an adult.

Why was Liam in Japan? Never explained. Why was he in charge of the Nogitsune? Why was he friends with a random Kitsune?

Why the FUCK wasn't Kira there? Instead they just introduced Not Kira Hikari and she served exactly the same role. It's like they wrote the script with Kira in mind and then when Arden Cho didn't come back they just find & replaced her name with Hikari

How did she telepathically transfer her fox spirit to Scott. I noticed when they made random eye contact, but that was an out of the blue thing

I SCREAMED when the Science teacher came out of the blue. My friend didn't even remember who he was. We were theorizing either Gerard or Kate. His... motivations were a little unclear, and of all the flashbacks I kind of wished they had done one to explain who he was. I remembered he was the asshole science teacher, but that's it

Jackson was... useless. He almost always asked stupid questions that didn't really move stuff along. He's missed so much of the show that he was out of the loop on everything. The only useful things he did was stab the teacher

The special effects were... noticeably not that great at some points. The fire effects. The CGI cliff top. The greenscreen replacing the lacrosse field with the Nogitsune realm

They had several humans there who could break a mountain ash line. Alison. Melissa. Argent.

The lacrosse field was crazy. How the hell did they get 10,000 people watching a lacrosse game?

Most of the characters did not have much to do in the movie. It was like, they had everybody back, but it was too many people to give them all a plotline, so they just needed to make sure some of them were tied up for most of it. Liam didn't even join the final werewolf fight alongside Derek, Scott, and Eli

THE STEREK METAPHOR. I've never been a big Sterek shipper and I wasn't in the fandom at the time of "We're on a ship", but come on. Derek keeping Stiles old jeep to fix up and his son constantly stealing it and being obsessed with it, and then after Derek's death, Stilinski giving the car to Eli and saying that Derek "always had mixed feelings about the car, but it meant a lot to him". Like, what the fuck? That's such shipping language.

The ending definitely made it seem like they were leaving it open to another movie/show. Which makes my confusion that Wolf Pack is not a sequel series starring Eli even more bizarre

So that was all of the stuff I hated. I did enjoy a few things

I thought the fight scenes were really well choreographed

I wasn't sure how they were going to bring Allison back, but I thought that it made sense, and she had a decent storyline

I hate Parrish, but I did like seeing his butt

The Nogitsune was a good villain to bring back. Season 3 had arguably the best plotline. It does suck that the two characters most important to the Nogitsune storyline (Kira and Stiles) weren't there though

[houseofpendragons]

Thoughts on Teen Wolf the Movie while watching it pt.2

And the flashbacks hurt

Speaking of flashbacks, Derek punched through half a stone pillar in one go during season 2 so Scott wtf my guy. Ur a True Alpha, I thought that meant u were supposed to be better than everyone else "I'm stronger, I'm faster, I'm better" (think that's from the boys lol)

awww reunion 👏

Yeah I'm with Lydia, I wouldn't be too keen on looking at the sword that murdered my bestie either

why you not want Melissa to know ur here. Boy if you don't bring ur mom some dinner, she works very hard

Ofc it's a muscle girl it's ur damn vocal cords

Lmao Jackson is me. That pizza looks good, also I wish he had stayed for more season, I'm a firm believer that he was really supposed to be Peter's son and Malia is just made up of what his and Cora's storyline would've been had the actors stayed

Should've brought Ethan with you

Okay so wtf is going on w/ Jackson? is he werewolf or kanima bc all we see him use are kanima stuff now but at the end of season 2 he was full werewolf. Also like didn't they explain in like season 5 that it's supposed to be impossible to be two things and that's why the chimera's were such a big deal? Smh, really wish Colton had stuck around so this was explained but I respect his decision to leave

"Well it looks like a tree" Def would've been him in season 3

Wish they had just rebuilt the Hale house

"it was coming loose anyways" lies 😂😂

he broke alot of laws 😬

boy really just said "well I'll just change my name" like by doing that it'll alter his DNA 😭

Poor kid is so insecure about being a werewolf, maybe he's scared he'll be a failwolf like Scott. Nah but in all honesty the Hale's were like wolf royalty so that would be a lot of pressure to live up to. Plus I wouldn't love losing control of myself and being hunted down

Malia making me think of Dany "take off your clothes"

Derek trying so hard. You're doing great sweetie 👍

Love how Parrish just has a uniform already prepared

Also feel like if Malia had to have a love interest it should've been a woman

When ur fuck buddy decides he wants a relationship 😬

Why she so weirded out by relationship when they already act like a couple...

No explanation for Scolia break up. One is an incident, two is a coincidence, three's a pattern. are we gonna get enough for a warrent, what's after four?😭😂

"I missed you" "I missed you too" "No you didn't" "Okay, I wanted to" Believe it or not that's progress😂 Malia you know for a fact that you have developed better emotional skills, you've been human for like 14 years now and Lydia was one of ur best friends

"It's kind of awkward to see you" Should've been Kira telling Scott that. Or Allison could've said that to Kira, would've been and interesting love triangle if Scott and Kira were still together. Who would y'all have wanted to end up together had that happend in the movie, Scallion or Skira?

Don't y'all remember how impossible that thing is to find? Like y'all legit had to sacrifice yourselves last time to find it

How did Nogi get in Chris? We've got enough for a warrent people, Jeff we're coming for you jkjk

So it was that simple to get it out...why didn't we do that the first time? Ooo could've made it like that time when all the werewolves got possessed and tried to kill eachother bc of all the flies, but this time Chris does and its not the Nogitsune (well it is but u know what I mean)

Ur not even gonna try and catch Nogi...okay then

Malia you couldn't pick up on ur cousin's scent? Speaking of, Derek you didn't here your son jump out that window?

"you got got big" yea that's what happens to kids when a shit ton of years pass Scott 🤦‍♀️

So sleepwalking is just a sign of upcoming transformation? Huh, I just always thought Peter was controlling Scott some how, but cool I want to know more about the born wolves! We should all petition Paramount + to make a Hale prequel

The screamer😳 that sounds like a bad porn name

Malia acting like she found it😂

Eli's so slow to take the hint, he's so adorable and so much like me

Them saying don't tell Derek bc it's personal like um nah it's cause he'd say it's a bad idea

I feel like a blood sacrifice should've been made to wake up the nemeton again bc it goes dormant after a few years when nothing happens to it as we've seen countless times before, also this is necromancy so it should be a darker ritual. Like the ground where she died & the weapon that killed her is great but there should've been more steps & it should've been more complicated. If there's anything I've learned from the numerous fantasy shows I've watched is that magic like that always comes with a price

Cool ritual overall though, love how they almost got sucked into the nemeton

All this magic making Malia hungry, me too grl me too

I also love how it wasn't automatic, it took a few seconds. Maybe it would've been better though if she didn't come back to after they actually left and so Harris finds her without her memories and manipulates her by lying to her. Meanwhile the pack is grieving again and questioning why it didn't work

Also I forgot to say this, when Mr. Harris popped up in Liam & Hikari's restaurant I immediately thought "Ariana what are you doing here?😂"

Love how Allison came out looking 30, with her hair having grown out, and her makeup and nails done. Sis was really at the spa, not Bardo 💅 why y'all interrupted her, she was on a much needed spa retreat bc dying is so stressful

Also why didn't we just use this ritual to bring other people back?

Is she alive though, or is she still in just a state between life and death,, what if now her physical body us here but part of her subconscious is still over there? *gasp* then maybe we can talk to other ghosts through her if she gives up control of her body sometimes. Omg that would be a coll concept for another movie, someone taking over her subconscious

Now Malia's bout to pop a wheelie, seems like she still sucks at driving

Hey mama McCall's a doctor now!

Seems like she wasn't very suprised at some of the gang being back in town

I feel like the glow from the nemeton should've been just a black mist to represent the Nogitsune instead of the just green that kinda reminded me of the ghost riders; also I thought he needed a host?

should've made Allison his host so that they'd have a harder time killing him bc of the emotional damage

Imma add to the plot I made up earlier🤪 Allison comes back after Scott, lydia, and Malia leave and Mr.Harris gets her and manipulates her right, right, well then he gets the Nogitsune to possess her but she doesn't know it. Sometimes she's her, and sometimes she's not, but regardless she doesn't have all of her memories

Pt. 2 - 5

[ledenews]

Nailers’ Derek Army: ‘I Have to Protect Our Players’

It’s the replay no one wishes to watch again. Former Pittsburgh Penguin Adam Johnson was on attack for the Nottingham Panthers during the second period against the Sheffield Steelers on October 28. One of Johnson’s teammates collided with opponent Matt Petgrave right in front of him, sending Petgrave into an awkward somersault spin that ultimately ended with his left skate slicing Johnson’s neck. The injury was instantly obvious, and the 29-year-old was immediately transported to a local hospital where he passed away. It was the sport of hockey at its ugliest, and the tragedy reminded Wheeling Nailers Head Coach Derek Army just how lucky he was when he played the game. “After the accident, my wife (Jennifer) finally told me an injury like that has always been one of her biggest fears when I was still playing,” Army explained. “She never said it to me, and I’m glad she didn’t, but it was on her mind. She watched with that fear, and she lived with it all those years. “It was something I didn’t realize because, as a player, you don’t play while thinking about injuries. I knew what I signed up for, and I’m a religious guy so I always said my prayers,” the head coach said. “But when a tragedy like that happens, you can’t help but think about it.” Nailers fans observed a moment of silence honoring Johnson during their home opener last weekend. Johnson played for the Pittsburgh Penguins during parts of two seasons (2019 and 2020) and had played in Sweden and Germany before joining the Nottingham roster this year.  The Penguins paid tribute to Johnson before their game against the Ducks on October 30, and the Nailers conducted a moment of silence for him before their home opener on November 4. Kyle Dubas, the first-year general manager of the Pittsburgh Penguins, issued an organization-wide mandate on October 31 for all minor-league players in the AHL and ECHL to wear neck and wrist guards. Army, who played eight professional seasons before he was named the Nailers’ interim head coach during the second half of the 2020-21 season, has encouraged his players to comply. “Listen, I don't want to call anyone's parent and have to tell them something like that happened to their son on my watch when I could have done something about it. I have to protect our players and that’s why I have talked with them, and I’ve encouraged them to protect themselves,” he said. “It’s easier than ever, too. “Our players know exactly what happened to one of their own,” he said. “They know what’s possible, especially now.” Most of the Nailers have opted for the turtleneck-style neck guards since the Pittsburgh organization made the protective gear mandatory on Oct. 30th. A Tragic Connection The Nailers enter this evening’s home matchup against Idaho with a 4-2 record following last night’s 5-2 defeat to the Steelheads. The puck drops at 7:10 p.m. inside Wesbanco Arena, and the Nailers once again will be more protected than ever before. “I’ve heard absolutely no pushback from any of the players about the mandate that came from the top,” said DJ Abisalih, the “Voice of the Nailers” and the organization’s media manager. “When we first started talking about it, most of them said immediately that they wanted to wear (the guards), and then it was unanimous a few days later. “There were some players who were affected more than others, and when our own Jarrett Lee wore No. 47 in honor of Adam Johnson, it really hit home in our locker room. Jarrett knew Adam, so our team had that personal connection to the tragedy, and that meant something to these guys,” he said. “The fact it happened to a friend, I think, made our guys want to protect themselves even more.” Dubas’s mandate does not cover the current Penguins roster, and Army doubts very seriously the NHL is considering any forced changes, and one reason why the neck and wrist guards are not more popular these days is because the equipment only now is becoming for comfortable for players to wear. “What I’ve seen since the tragedy is that players who have the chance to wear the neck and wrist guards are wearing the neck and wrist guards because now they are more like a turtleneck and not like a neck brace,” Army explained. “When I was coming up playing professional hockey, the neck guards that were available were awkward like a neck brace, and they didn’t allow for much range of motion. That’s why no one wore them. Fans have been able to tell Wheeling players now are wearing the additional protective equipment during the team's current homestand. “I don’t know if the ECHL will mandate the neck guards, but I know our organization has and that’s why the Wheeling Nailers are wearing them. Pittsburgh (general manager) Kyle Dubas sent out an organization-wide email, and I’m fine with it. We’re lucky here in Wheeling because our owners jumped and got our players the protection they need so a tragedy like that doesn’t take place with our guys,” the head coach said. “It’s team by team. For us, we're fortunate because our organization wants to do this the right way.” Not until August 1979 did then-NHL President John Ziegler announce protective helmets would become mandatory for all players for incoming players, and in 1988, the league made the same gear obligatory for its officials. Are the neck and wrist guards next? “I seriously doubt making the neck guards mandatory in the NHL is something that will fly because the players are used to what they’re used to, but I bet you’ll start seeing a lot more of them now,” said Army, who signed a three-year extension in May. “What happened to Adam Johnson was a freak accident, but it’s an accident no one wants to happen to them no matter how long they’ve been playing to this point. We wear a lot of stuff to avoid injuries, so I think it’ll be included now. “Even wearing the neck guards we have now is an adjustment a player has to make,” he said. “But that tragedy hit a lot of players and made us all realize what’s really possible when you’re on the ice.” But in the Army household? “I’ve already had wrist guards made for my (two-and-a-half-year-old) son, Boone,” the head coach said matter-of-factly. “No doubt about that. He’s not skating with anyone right now, so the neck guard isn’t necessary yet, but when it is, it’ll be there every time. “You have to learn from tragedy,” Army added. “Especially when life is on the line.” Read the full article

[shininglamp]

Teen Wolf the movie addendum.

During Derek Hale’s wake.

Stiles shows up in a rental car. His expression is dark. While he’s in a suit, you can tell he’s come directly from a case. He opens the door, sees Lydia, but doesn’t say anything. Scott meets him halfway. They hug, tears brimming their eyes.  After a few hugs and handshakes and shoulder grips amongst the pack, Stiles hears a sweet voice call his name. “Stiles?” The voice is a blast from the past.

“Alison!?” Reeling from the shock, a smile cuts through the grief. “How did this happen?”

“Bardo.” Lydia answers, not looking him in the eyes. “It’s part of balance. In order for the Nogitsune to resurrect himself, he needed a pure sacrifice to come back, too.”

“She’s also the only one who could hurt Scott.” Malia adds. Scott uncomfortably looks up at her. “What? It’s true.” He couldn’t deny that when it came to Alison his heart was definitely vulnerable.

“The Nogitsune wanted to punish us for what we did to it last time.” Scott explains. “He would have gone after you next. Derek knew that.”

“But this was Derek… He’s the one that survives. He’s the one that…” Stiles loses his voice and shakes his head.

“My dad talked about you.” Eli mentions. Stiles looks up at the boy and sees Derek in his expression. “He said I reminded him of you.”

“Yeah?” Stiles could see that, too.

“He said if I could learn to take my smarts and use it for anything other than mischief I could be part of something important, like you. He… was really proud of you.”

Stiles smiles, still heartbroken. “I lost a toe for that man. I’d lose a whole foot if it would bring him back.”

“I didn’t know you were that close.” And why should he? Stiles visited Beacon Hills all of three times since he became an agent. In all those times him and Derek would go for coffee or a drink, but never more than that.

“We were really close. Life took us different directions, and we both chose to fully commit to our own paths. There was never bad blood. We just thought we had more time for catching up.” He scrubs his eyes. “I can’t believe I’ll never see him again.”

Lydia automatically puts her hand on Stiles’ shoulder. He closes his eyes at the warmth of her touch. He takes a breath and looks up at Eli. “After your mom passed, his focus was on being a good dad. I was really proud of him for that.”

Eli nods and excuses himself as he wipes his tears. Lydia slips her hand away and Stiles frowns.

Stiles looks up at his dad and demands, “Why didn’t you call me?”

“I knew you were on a case, son.” The sheriff tries to explain. “And once we realized it was the Nogitsune, I thought it best to keep you away.”

“Right. The last thing you need is for me to be it’s host again.” The sheriff gives his son a relived smile, glad his son understood. “How did you defeat it?”

“Mountain ash. He was part werewolf, so, not so indestructible.” Lydia answered again. Parish looks at her, wondering why she left out his part in Derek’s death.

“I burned him with hellfire. Derek held the Nogitsune down so I could…” Parish chokes up as he tries to explain. Stiles nods, no blame in his eyes, only relief that the monster is truly gone.

“I wish we could have figured things out sooner.” Alison looks apologetic. “I didn’t remember much at first. I got tricked into helping the Nogitsune. I almost killed Scott…”

“I’ve been there.” Stiles can’t be mad at her. “I’m not here to blame any of you. It’s not your fault. Besides, it’s just like Derek to make the divine move.”

Perish leaves the room and Scott follows.

Stiles gets up and, taking Lydia by the hand, leads her outside.

Malia and Alison look at each other awkwardly. “Yeah. I don’t know you.” Malia blurts out.

Alison laughs softly. Malia’s awkward roughness was something she was warned about. “So, you and Scott…?”

“Oh, way after you died. I was with Stiles first, but he kept the fact that Peter was my father from me and I broke up with him.”

“Peter Hale is your dad?”

“Not my choice. Plus Scott was with Kyra for a while, but she left him to go train with skin-walkers. Then after we graduated Scott and I got together for like four months.”

“What happened?”

“We were on the run because Gerard’s left over global hunter army was after us. It took a few years but we got over that.” Clearly there was a lot to unpack there, so Alison didn’t interrupt. “Scott was focused on the whole pack, you know?”

“He can be protective.”

Malia studies Alison. “I left him. He was nice. Too nice. That irritates me.”

“Oh.”

“But he was fine with it because he never loved me. Or Kyra. Not like he loves you. He never got over you. That’s why when we ended things…”

“He was nice?”

“Exactly!” Malia smiles big.

In the kitchen, Scott and Perish speak quietly. Perish still feels remorse for his part in Derek’s demise.

“You did what you had to.”

“But if I’d been stronger…”

“We’re all limited. That’s why we’re there for each other.”

“I don’t think I can ever forgive myself.”

“You can. Until then, I’ll forgive you. Don’t diminish his sacrifice, Parish.”

Parish nods. Scott claps the man’s shoulder. “Besides, we both know sometimes death is not the end.” Scott smiles and goes back to Alison.

Parish knows as a hellhound he is a servant of death. He tells himself Darek trusted him to follow through. Derek’s death was honorable.

“No one else could’ve done what it took to defeat the Nogitsune. Derek died, but he wasn’t the only one who sacrificed that day.” Malia’s voice soothes him as she holds him from behind.

Parish’s eyes meet Lydia’s for a second as she and Stiles walk by the window. As if she understood his pain, Lydia gave him a small smile and nod. The Banshee Hellhound connection sparked for a second, bringing warmth to his cold regret. Was he absolved?

Eli, overhearing what Malia said, stops at the threshold of the room. “I agree.”

Parish turns in surprise.

“It was Dad’s choice. If anyone, he’s the one to blame for using your powers to end things. Granted, he became an alpha at the end, so noble sacrifice I guess.”

“But…”

“I still have you.” Eli sniffs a little, trying not to cry. “And the pack. I’m not alone.”

Parish shakes his head. Takes Malia’s hand, then Eli’s hand. “No. Not alone.” It occurs to Parish that Eli still needs him to be the role model he has been.  “And I know the sheriff gave you the jeep, but if you drive that thing before you get your license, I will pull you over.” Eli laughs. Then his laugh dwindles as he sees how serious the man is.

“Yes sir.”

Having walked a good distance from the house where werewolves couldn’t overhear, Stiles faces Lydia, his frustration and heartbreak clear. “You walked away.”

“I know.” Her voice is small.

“I proposed!”

“I know.”

“I thought we were happy. What did I miss?”

Lydia hesitates. “I… had dreams.”

“Recurring ones?” She nods. “About Derek? Alison?” She shakes her head. “Us?”

“We’re in a car accident. You… die.”

Stiles blinks. “This was what, six months ago?” She nods. “Car accident.”

“I thought if you and I were never in the same car at the same time, the event wouldn’t happen. You live. It’s better this way.”

“Was the car silver?”

“What? Uh, I think so.”

“Did it have red stitches into the seat, kind of sporty?”

“I wasn’t exactly paying attention to the make and model, Stiles!”

“Could it be this car?” He pulls out his phone and shows a photo. Lydia looks shocked. It’s the car from her dreams. “Yeah, so that was the second part of the surprise after the proposal. I was going to upgrade from our current car…”

“You mean the Smart car?”

“I know how much you hate that thing.”

“I don’t hate it. I just think you need one for each foot.” Smart cars were tiny, even if ecological.

“Ha ha. It’s funny every time you say it.” Stiles is flicking through his phone, half heartedly responding to their familiar banter.

“What are you looking for?”

“This.” He shows a report. “It shows the car was bought and then scrapped.” He finds the date and looks into the information deeper, finding an article. “It says that the person who bought the car had trouble with the transmission and got into an accident. They walk away from it, but the car is totaled.”

“I was dreaming about the car?”

“A lemon. You saved me from it.” He smiles. He digs into his pocket and brings out a ring. “Touch it. Tell me what you see.”

“You know it doesn’t always work like that.”

“Take the damn ring, Lydia!” She takes the ring into her hand, making a show of her doubts, but secretly she loves it when Stiles gets demanding. His passion forces her to explore ideas she thinks she’s too smart for. She loves that he’s just as smart and can challenge her.

Images come at her in a rush. She stumbles back as she wasn’t expecting the psychometry to work. Stiles steadies her.

“What did you see?” He peeks into her face, hoping for good answers.

“The diamond will fall off it’s setting in about ten years. You’ll have to get me a bigger one.”

“I’d happily buy you a bigger rock now if you say yes.”

She slips on the ring. “Yes. But I like this one. This one is perfect. You’ll have to wait.”

Stiles pulls her to him and kisses her. Taking a breath, she gazes into the face she missed so much and kisses him again, her arms wrapping around him.

Putting his forehead to hers, Stiles whispers “Don’t walk out on me again. Even if it is to save my life. Without you I might as well be dead.”

“Next time you think of buying a car, maybe take me car shopping with you.”

“You know? I never thought of that. The harbinger of death car shopping, making sure that I’m not buying a death trap.”

“At least my talents come in handy.” They smile. Lydia looks at her ring and quietly adds, “I know how much Derek meant to you.” A confidant, a friend he called just as often as Scott, and once upon a time her rival for Stiles’ affection.

“He’s the one who told me not to give up on you. He called just as you came to Beacon Hills. Not that he told me what was going on, but he was upset at how sad you were. He… heh… growled at me to fix it.” Stiles softly chuckles. He said “You made your decision, so follow through. Nothing can happen when you’re in limbo…”

“Limbo…” Lydia gets the ‘maybe there’s something there’ look.

“What?”

“Do you think Derek is in Bardo?”

“No. I mean, he couldn’t be…. Could he?”

“Alison was.”

“…How do we know?”

“You and I will look into it, quietly. I don’t want to break Eli’s heart if we’re wrong.”

Stiles looks at Lydia. How he can fall in love with her over and over again still amazes him. “You’ll do that for me?”

Lydia knows a part of Stiles’ heart will always belong to Derek. They pretended otherwise, but they were important to each other. She wanted Stiles to be whole. She’d take him with a piece missing, but if she could bring back that extra twinkle in his eye she would.

“Derek is a part of our family. If anything, we owe it to him to make sure he’s not stuck. If he’s moved on, we’ll know he’s okay. If not, we’ll bring him back.”

“I love you.” He grabs her into another hug. She kisses his lips and his freckles, a small ritual of theirs, and Stiles smiles ever more.

“Now, keep this between us, okay? Quit smiling! We’re at a wake.” But Stiles can barely contain his optimism. He has a feeling this will work. It might take a while, but Derek will be back. He’s sure of it.

Stiles and Lydia rejoin the family for the wake. They don’t announce their engagement, but the rest quietly take note of the ring and smile. The family feels less broken with the two back together again.

The wake continues on until late. All laughing and crying and reminiscing about their years with Derek. He would be missed, but he left this pack stronger.

Eli looks at the pack that is taking him in and mumbles to a picture of his dad, “I think I’m going to be alright.”

[theforgottenmcrmy]

Thank goodness you mentioned that timeline issue 🤣. The math isn't matching for me there. It doesn't make sense for him to have a 15? year old that just magically popped up.

I also feel like big Dylan (since sprayberry is in the movie pretty sure) really won't be there since he gave the jeep to Scott at the end of the show - even if he says he has the jeep irl at his house or whatever. You never know though 🤷, they might even have a random fbi phone call between Scott and stiles or something.

I feel the same with Peter and Isaac popping in, that would be fun. I personally had my fill of Jackson in the show since they made the mistake of not ever going deeper into that kanima to werewolf storyline.

I just feel like they wrote the movie thinking - if we can't get stiles, we can get Allison! And I was not an Allison fan, I tell you 😐. I was alright with her in s1 but s2 had me so mad, that's all I can remember everytime I try to rewatch. I distinctly remember when she died in the show that I felt a single tear go down my face because everyone else was crying 😂.

That also might be why I'm like 😐 throughout the previews. At the same time though, if we're bringing back characters that were dead for multiple years, let's bring back the twins and Deucalion - that could've been fun to see how everyone interacted after their redemption arcs imo.

Exactly😂 and since Derek’s own canon age is disputed which I may or may not know because I once seriously considered writing a fic for him that makes the whole 15 year old kid thing even more confusing. Plus, who the heck is this kid’s mother?🧐 Hopefully we get some answers here, because the math is not mathing and the canon is not cannoning😅 I’m legitimately thinking they just *to hell with* the timeline and established canon so that Derek’s son could be a teenager, and hence a main face for the spin-off show.

Ahhhh, you got me there. Low key forgot Stiles gave the Jeep to Scott😅 I would loveeeee some kind of nod to Stiles, even if it is just a phone call or something prerecorded and altered to fit whatever’s going on. On the topic of little Dylan/Liam though, I’m also looking forward to seeing what his relationship with Scott is like at this point. Felt like they had a decent big bro/little bro mentor/mentoree dynamic, and that was one of the aspects I loved about the later seasons.

I feel like Peter is a given, but I’m trying not to get my hopes up. But every time in the main show, where it got to a point where he hadn’t been seen or mentioned for some time, he’d find a way to show up. So we’ll see.👀 Isaac may be more wishful thinking, but I’m hoping for it big time. He deserved a happy ending, and I hope he found it. That’s true about Jackson though…. Like, I appreciate the fact that they brought him back for the later seasons, (and for the show, he’s in this too, right?🧐 I thought so but now I’m doubting myself lol), but since they didn’t really acknowledge the Janina/wolf elephant in the room anymore, it felt a little off. But if he’s back, I’ll be happy to see his character. He was a jerk, but… a jerk I could possibly tolerate(?) I’m not sure how to explain it.😂

I can’t tell you how relieved I am to meet someone else who wasn’t totally like “Allison😍”. I agree, she was okay in season 1, but in season 2 her character really just started to irritate me (honestly, probably just how she was written more than anything), and it never really turned around from there. I think I felt sad about her death more because of how the others would deal with her loss, rather than the loss of her character herself 😅 But I just don’t think her return to this was NEEDED, know what I mean? Could’ve easily written this without.

You know what Argent I would have liked to see return? Kate. That may be a hot opinion, but since the whole show started with her and what she did, and there still was never any proper resolution received, I think it would’ve been cool to have the movie and conflict of the main characters end with her too.

Yesssss Deucalion and the twins. I dig it. Fingers crossed, maybe they just wanted to keep some surprises for the movie?😅🤞🏻 We need more grey characters to keep things interesting, and I’d say that fits those three to a tee. I agree, would’ve been really interesting to see the dynamic between them all. Maybe even a somewhat awkward conversation or two between Jackson and Aiden.😂

[doctorstethoscope]

Yes, Mr. President || Chris Lawrence

art by @multiverse-mxdness

hiii best friends, if you missed my mini announcement last night, I am officially finished drafting yes, mr. president. it's super bittersweet, to say the least, but I'm so excited for you all to read these last eight chapters.

story summary: Scandal! AU– your mentor, David Rossi, has recruited you to make Senator Aaron Hotchner the next President of the United States. Once described as a political nun, the Senator helps you see that maybe you can mix business and pleasure.

Read previous chapters of this fic here!

contains: discussion of terrorism, guns, hostages and bombs

wordcount: 2.2k

“Oh, there’s the boss,” you hear Derek’s voice from the conference room when you walk in in the morning.

A woman you don’t recognize— a potential client, apparently— rises from her seat at the end of the conference table and rushes over to shake your hand. 

“Mary Nesbit,” she introduces herself. “Thank you so much for agreeing to help me.”

“Help you with what, exactly?” You ask with a polite smile while shooting Morgan a camouflaged glare. 

“Mary wants to retain the firm’s services to manage a private family matter,” JJ explains, and you see the suspicion written across her face. 

“I wish I had the time to get into it all right now, but I’m actually running off to a meeting on the Hill,” she explains, handing you a check. “We’ll speak soon, I promise,” she says with a smile before bustling out the door.

“Okay,” you say with a quizzical look once the door shuts behind her. 

“$25k retainer. Enough to keep the lights on,” Emily points out.

“This is interesting,” JJ says when you hand over the check. “Chris Lawrence,” she remarks. 

“That sounds familiar. Why does that sound familiar?” Derek asks. 

“He’s Mary’s son,” you realize, remembering the story. 

“Yes, and he was killed in an FBI raid 15 months ago,” JJ explains.

“What did they want him for?” Emily tries to piece the story together. 

“His apartment was the homebase for an alleged terror cell. Also, the check isn’t for $25k, it’s for $27,384.62,” JJ says, reading over your shoulder.

“That number’s too specific. She wiped her bank account,” you say. “Where did she say she was going?” 

“To a meeting on the Hill,” Derek supplies.

“I have to go,” you tell them, grabbing your purse. “What state is she from, who are her reps?” 

“She’s from Maryland,” JJ tells you. 

“What do you think she’s going to do?” Emily asks.

“I’m not sure exactly, but I don’t think I’m going to like it.” 

++++

Congressman Struthers’ office is easy enough to find, but curiously, you notice a few staffers leaving in a rush when you arrive. You step into the office as they proceed in the other direction down the hall– papers and coffee cups were left strewn about. Phones were still ringing. What was going on?

You hear Mary’s voice— she’s yelling. You cringe. Screaming at a congressman usually isn’t the best way to get your problem solved. When you open the door, the congressman and his staff look fearful— something isn’t right. They work in politics. They should be used to getting screamed at. The situation should be boring, frustrating at most, not terrifying.

“Please, ma’am, if you’d just calm down—” the congressman starts, but Mary interrupts.

“You could have prevented this. You could have—

“Mary?” You say, and she turns her head. 

“Oh,” she says, looking surprised to see you. “What are you doing here?”

She turns all the way around to face you, and you see the bomb strapped to her chest, and the detonator in her hand.

++++++

When all three doors of the Oval Office open at once, Aaron knows it’s bad news. “Mr. President, we need to take you to a secure location,” an agent says, taking him by the arm and pulling him towards the door. 

“The bunker?” He asks. Drills and minor incidents aren’t uncommon— usually they just bring him away from the windows, lock all the doors. The phrase “a secure location” means something bigger is going on. 

“We can explain more once you and the First Lady are secure,” the agent says as he briskly escorts Aaron toward the direction of the White House’s underground tunnels. 

“Where’s my son?” Aaron inquires with urgency, nearly stopping in his tracks, but the agent keeps him moving. 

“Jack is secure, Mr. President. The school is in a shelter-in-place and hasn’t been compromised.” 

Haley is already seated at the table in the bunker when Aaron arrives. “You alright?” He asks, looking her up and down. 

“I think I left the sink running in my haste, but I’m okay,” she assures him. “What about you, what’s going on?” 

“I’m fine. I don’t know what’s happening,” he says, looking to his agents. 

“There’s a woman with a bomb in the Capitol Building,” an agent explains. 

“In the Capitol Building? As in, not on the front lawn, but inside the building?!” He asks incredulously.

“Yes, Mr. President,” the agent answers. 

“How the hell did she make it past security?” He booms. 

“That’s not yet clear, Mr. President, but we believe she had an appointment, and was met at the door by a staffer.” 

“Oh, well, by all means, if she had an appointment, she should feel free to bring in as much C-4 as she can carry!” He snarks. 

“Aaron,” Haley warns him gently.

“I need to get to the situation room,” Aaron says, moving towards the door, but the agent stands in his way. 

“I can’t allow that, Sir.”

“Good luck stopping me,” he says, agitating the knot in his tie until he can pull it off. 

“I’m afraid that under the current threat protocols, I would have to use force, Mr. President.” The agent says. “Once we’ve cleared the White House, you’ll be able to go. It shouldn’t be that longer.” 

Aaron sighs. “Can I at least get a secure phone line?” 

+++++

“I didn’t want to have to do this,” Mary says, sounding more unhinged by the second. 

“I know, Mary. I know you didn’t,” you assure her. “You still don’t have to do anything. Just listen to my voice, Mary. Listen to me.” 

“No!” She interjects violently, and you jump. “No. You listen to me. Both of you are going to listen to me,” she says, turning back towards Congressman Struthers. “Do you know how hard it’s been to get anyone to listen to me?” She asks. “I wrote letters, I made phone calls to anyone and everyone I could think of. I posted on message boards and websites, and I made fliers and I tried to get onto TV, and I asked and asked and asked and no one would listen!” she cries. “But now there’ll be TV cameras and newspaper articles and someone, somehow is going to give me an answer because my son was killed and I want to know why!” She whips around again to face the congressman. “And you! I voted for you!  And I begged you to look into Chris’s murder, over and over and over again I called and I met with every single goddamn staff member. They said they would look and they didn’t!  No, everyone just cares too much about the Senators that fool around with their interns, and no one cares about Chris!” She laments. “But you care now, don’t you?” She asks with an almost wicked smile. “Now that it’s your life on the line.”

“Our office made an inquiry on your behalf, ma’am. The FBI shot Chris because he was guilty,” Congressman Struthers explains, and you cringe.

“That is not true!” she screams. “And no one is listening to me!” 

“I’m here,” you remind her. “I’m here, and I’m listening. Tell me what happened to your son.”

“They killed my son. The FBI did,” she tells you, and for a moment, she’s so stricken with grief you can almost forget about the bomb strapped to her chest. Almost. “They said he was a terrorist— but they won’t say why they thought that, they won’t say what he did. It’s all classified, they won’t tell me anything, I just want the truth!” She exclaims. “I read an article about you in the Washington Post,” she says, referring to a column you had done before you joined the Hotchner campaign— it felt like so long ago, you had nearly forgotten about it, now. “It said the secret to your success was that you always trust your gut. That’s why I came to see you today, because my gut says that Chris was innocent. My gut says the government murdered an innocent man. And I think if you start looking into this, yours will tell you the same thing,” she explains gravely.

Before you can respond, the Congressman’s desk phone starts ringing. Everyone— the staffers, the congressman, and even you and Mary— tense. Congressman Struthers cautiously puts a hand out to pick up the phone, but Mary brandishes the detonator to stop him.

“Take one more step and I blow us all to Kingdom Come,” she threatens. “You,” she points to you. “You can talk to them.”

You pick up the phone trepidatiously. “This is commander Cyrus Beene with the FBI, who am I speaking with?” He asks, and you tell him your name. “Good, thank you,” he says soothingly, although you’ve really given him nothing worth praising. “Is anyone inside hurt?” He asks you.

“No, everyone is unharmed. There are nine of us here. Congressman Struthers, six members of his staff, myself, and Ms. Mary Nesbit,” you tell him. “Mary has asked that I be the person you speak with. 

“What does Mary want?” He asks you. 

“She wants her son’s file declassified,” you answer.

“Okay, let me see what I can do,” the agent says, and you start to feel a little lighter, until Mary starts gesticulating with the detonator again. 

“Tell him what will happen if I don’t get it!” She commands. 

“Sir,” you add, “Mary says she has every intention of using the bomb if she doesn’t get the file.”

“Now hang up!” She says. 

“Understood,” Cyrus tells you. “Just explain to her that these things take—” 

“I said hang up!” She screams, and you practically throw the phone back onto the receiver.

+++++

‘“The White House is secure,” the agent says an eternity later. “Mr. President, there’s a team waiting for you with a report in the situation room.” 

“Are you gonna be okay?” Aaron asks, looking Haley over. Everyone was fine, of course, but he knew that this was scary and stressful. 

“I’m okay, Aaron,” she assures him. “Go be the President,” she tells him, and it sounds almost fond— almost like she doesn’t hate him for it.

“Mr. President,” Rossi says when Aaron enters the room and everyone stands. 

“Keep your seats,” he tells them all. “What’s the latest?” 

“Nine hostages,” Reid tells him. 

“What does she want for them?” He asks, taking a folder that someone has handed him and opening it up to scan the documents.

“We need to discuss that, Sir,” the director of the CIA tells him. “There’s something you need to know about her son, Chris Lawrence.”

+++++++++

“Mary, you wrote me a very big check this morning to retain my firm’s services. If you let me call them, we may be able to help you,” you explain. 

“How do I know you won’t call for help?” She asks. 

“Look outside, Mary. Help is already here. You’ve tied their hands with TNT. Let me do my job, and see what we can find out for you,” you beg. 

“Okay, call them,” she consents. 

You pull out your phone and call JJ– she’s sniffling when she answers. “Oh my god, are you—” 

“I’m fine,” you tell her. “Derek, go to the FBI mobile command center outside the Capitol building and see what you can find out. Be my eyes and ears,” you instruct. “JJ, I need you to work my contacts at Justice. Find out why they’ve refused to give Mary any details about her son’s death. Emily, go into the rolodex on my desk and find the contact with the initials PG,” you explain, not using Penelope’s name or Joey’s just in case Mary should, somehow, get out of this and find a new target for her rage. “Once you find the contact, see if she can get us access to the file.” 

“Does she work at the FBI?” Emily asks. 

“No,” you answer.

“But shouldn’t—” 

“Just look, Emily, please!” You cut her off. The desk phone starts ringing again. “I have to go. I’ll talk to you all soon.” 

“Hello,” you say into the receiver.

“How are you doing up there?” Cyrus asks. 

“We’re okay,” you answer. “Where are you with the Chris Lawrence file?”

“Headquarters is close to declassifying it. But you need to tell Mary that if she wants to read what’s inside, she’s going to have to turn herself in,” he explains. 

“He says they’ll hand over the file if you turn yourself in,” you explain to Mary.

She seethes. “You tell him he’ll be scraping nine bodies out of the carpeting first.”

A staffer cries out, and it momentarily distracts you, but you take a sharp breath in and focus. “Mary says no deal.” 

“I’m afraid that’s the best we can offer,” Beene plays hardball. Some help he is. You start to grind your teeth subconsciously. 

“What is it?” Mary asks.

“He wants you to release everyone,” you lie. 

“No, that’s not at all what I said!” Cyrus reminds you. 

“Does he think I’m an idiot?” Mary cries, and you mute the line. 

“I’m sure he doesn’t, but there’s no file unless you make some sort of show of good faith, Mary. That’s how this works,” you tell her harshly.

Mary bites her lip, and you see a tear escape from her eye as she looks around the room. “Well, what do you think I should do?”

tagging: @arsonhotchner @shyhotch @dadbodhotch11 @call-me-mrsreid @angelfxllcm @the-modernmary @rousethemouse @skyler666 @mintphoenix @gspenc @wheelsupkels @ashhotchner @infinite-tides

[glowingspence]

18 and 70 - sick reid? With Hotch or Morgan? Congrats!!!

TW/CW: Self-harm, nightmares, hallucinations, fever, crying

“Aaron” Spencer speaks in a small voice as he walks into Hotch’s office at their shared home and Hotch had heard his tone of voice often enough to know that something is seriously wrong,

“What’s wrong?” Worried he gets up from his chair and walks towards him.

“I don’t know.” He whimpers and let’s Hotch guide him over to the living room but hisses when Hotch touches him, “Don’t do that”

“You’re warm.” Hotch states worried before despite Spencer’s wishes touching his forehead, “You are burning up, let me get the thermometer” To Spencer’s relief Hotch’s burning hands let go from his face and he closes his eyes in relief. The lights in the living room are hurting his eyes and even when he has them closed, he wishes he could have it darker.

He whimpers again when Hotch touches his face to get access to his ears “It’s okay, you are okay” The older man assures him while Spencer’s fights him weakly, not wanting the cold feeling in his ear, it runs down his neck and shoulder and it feels wrong, it feels so wrong, “Honey, Spencer, I need you to take a deep breath and then to stay still okay? I have to check your temperature.”

“No”

“I know” Hotch waits for a moment until he seems to have catched himself before he tries again, “You are okay, it’s almost over.” Even without the confirmation, Hotch had been sure he must have a fever by the way he is sweating and it makes sense when he thinks about how overstimulated he was yesterday and how he screamed when Derek touched him and how he kept on insisting that it’s to loud on the jet and to bright on the outside and eventually calmed down ones he got to bed. “I am going to wake up Derek now okay?”

Spencer nods and anxiously grabs the blanket that had been placed on the sofa, “It’s just a cold okay? It will be over before you know it.”

“Fever”

“We will get you something to cool down okay? You are not in any danger.”

“I am”

“I promise you, you are not.” Hotch gives him a reassuring smile, “Tell me why you think you are in danger?”

“Fever makes- fever makes- fever makes me- fever makes me- fever makes my brain messy.”

“How far?” Hotch questions, he knows fever dreams from Jack and Haley would be out of the light with the smallest temperature.

“I hate germs.”

“I know, but my question was how far does the fever make your brain messy?” He tries again,

“Nightmares” Spencer explains, “And when it gets bad, I tend to hallucinate” He whispers, “Gideon said it’s only normal with a brain like mine. And with-with my anxiety.” Hotch looks down on him while he coughs, “I am scared I will.”

“We are here okay? And we caught the fever, maybe we can keep it down. I will wake Derek to get to the pharmacy alright?”

“Thank you”

“There is no need to thank me, you just stay here.” By the time Derek gets downstairs, Spencer is already asleep again, “Take Jack with you and drop him off at Dave’s. The last thing Spencer needs is him running around.”

“I will” Worried Derek looks at Spencer, “Get a cold washcloth on his head or something, he is sweating like a pig.”

“He just fell asleep.”

“And by the looks of it, he still will be asleep after you put it on.''Sceptical Hotch follows his demands, lowering the cold cloth carefully onto Spencer’s forehead who doesn’t react at all and just keeps on sleeping. Even when Jack comes downstairs and says goodbye to his dad he does not stir one bit, “Keep him calm, don’t tell him if his fever gets up” Derek instructs him with Jack on his arm before giving him a kiss, “And you old man, take a deep breath, he is just sick.”

“I know”

“Daddy is always dramatic when someone is sick.” Jack tells Derek who starts laughing.

“Who told you that?”

“Aunt Emily.” Hotch rolls his eyes at that, “Of course she did.” He leans closer to his son and kisses him on his forehead, “Be good for uncle Dave okay?”

“I will”

“I know, I love you” He assures him before the two leave the house. While Spencer is more hesitant about taking responsibility for Jack, Derek from the beginning couldn’t be giving enough of it from Hotch. Hotch is at this point sure that if he would try to intervene in any way, he would break Derek’s heart badly enough for a breakup.

Spencer stays asleep for quite some time, while Hotch works from the dining room, having the perfect view onto him and Hotch has to give Jack some credit because everytime Spencer whines in his sleep he shoots up in his seat to check if everything is okay, “Hey you”

“Warm” Panicking Spencer starts to get out of his shirt, “Can’t breath” Hotch reaches over and helps him get out of his long sleeve, leaving the T-shirt on,

“In through your mouth, angel. You just have a stuffy nose.” Luckily Spencer catches on what is happening quickly and Hotch is able to keep him calm, “Good job, here, drink this, you will feel better.”

With shaking hands, Spencer takes the glass with lemonade from Hotch. “Thank you”

“Of course, can I touch you?” Hesitant Spencer nods but then pulls away when Hotch actually does, “Can I place the washcloth in your neck?”

“Please” Hotch starts reading his book out for him but it is pretty clear that this is too slow for Spencer so he is relieved when Derek steps through the door.

“Let’s get some medicine into you and then you into bed, this can’t be comfortable.” Derek tells him as he shows him what he got. “You can watch some doctor who upstairs until the medicine helps.”

“Cold” Spencer complains as Hotch pulls the blanket away who reaches for his sweater in return but that also doesn’t seem to be right,

“Someone is cranky when sick.” Derek jokes and ruffles through Spencer’s hair, “Come on, I will carry you, deal?”

“I can walk” Determine Spencer pushes the blanket aside and gets up from the couch only to sit down a few feet later because he started to feel like he would faint.

“Come here” Patiently Hotch picks up his legs, “eyes on Derek, you will feel better in a few seconds, you just got up too fast.”

“And you sure as hell will drink more of that lemonade once you get upstairs.” Derek scolds him as he reaches for his hand, “Eyes on me, stay with me, pretty boy.”

“I am with you”

“You better” Derek keeps on talking to him until they are sure it’s safe to stand up again and this time he gives Hotch the chance to help him upstairs.

“Sit up or lay down?”

“Sit up, please.”

“Of course.” Hotch gets some pillows propped up behind him in the middle of the bed. If you would ask Jack about what the best thing in this house is, he would most definitely say that it is the huge bed. Especially because he will sneak in it too at night and no matter who is awake, he will get cuddles. “Drink this up please.”

“Medicine”

“One second.” Derek tells him while reading the prescription,

“Drink this first” Hotch reminds him and ignores the way Spencer rolls his eyes, “I am guessing right that you want to watch doctor who?”

“Yes”

“Alright” It doesn’t take long until he falls asleep again while Derek works on a plan for a new house project next to him while Hotch is back in his office but he is definitely not in a calm sleep. He is turning and sweating and talking in his sleep and even if Derek regularly tries to keep him cold, he is burning up more and more and his temperature doesn’t seem to fall. “Wake him up” Hotch eventually decides, “He needs to take his medication and something to eat.”

“He will be in a hell of a mood.” Derek mumbles before trying to wake him but everything they get are slurred words that demand to keep him sleeping so they keep him awake long enough to take his medicine before allowing him to fall back asleep, “Now we know why he is so afraid of germs, he didn’t even seem to recognize up.”

“He always dreams intensive, the fever probably doesn’t make it better.” Hotch calms him and grabs a towel to wrap around his ankles, “I will make him some food for when he wakes up.”

“Thank you, I will keep an eye on him.” Derek tries to keep him calm but he seems to be way into his dreams to take notice of anything so when he wakes up fully it doesn't surprise them that he is more dazed than actually aware of what is going on, “First shower, then dinner.” Derek tells Hotch and both men help him to get into the bathroom where Spencer is more than displeased with the fact that they are manhandling him into the cold water.

“Why?” He asks when Hotch presses his legs under the water, “I am so cold”

“I know, you will feel better afterwards, trust me.” Hotch promises him before pressing him more under the water, “Relax”

“No, stop touching me.”

“Pretty boy, you gotta sit here for a few minutes and you're gonna wash your hair and everything, there is no need to yell at us.”

“I am not a child, let me out.” He complains before Hotch grips his arms again,

“Spencer you are sick, we gotta cool your body down and we will just wash your hair real quick. You do that every evening so it doesn’t get greasy. We are just doing this to help you okay?” Anxious Spencer nods, “Alright, is it okay if I wash your hair?”

“Yes” By the time he is dressed in new clothes, he already feels a lot better, eats his dinner and seems content with laying in bed with Hotch in Derek, watching some news and afterwards a movie with Jack while Derek goes jogging and Hotch cleans up downstairs for a while.

“Papa Spence is asleep.” Jack whispers when Hotch walks inside.

“He is still sick, so he needs a lot of sleep to feel better.” Hotch explains and grabs his son from the bed, “So you need to sleep in your bed tonight, okay?”

“Why?”

“Because Spencer gets bad dreams when he gets sick and then it’s better if there are not so many people around okay?”

“But you will be with him, right?”

“Of course, Derek will too.” He promises and carries him out of the room, “Unless you want to have one of us sleeping in your room?”

“No, I am okay.”

“How is he?” Derek asks when he gets back.

“He is asleep. I just brought Jack to bed, maybe you can catch him to say goodnight.”

“I will” Derek assures him but gets distracted from Spencer whining in his sleep, “Baby wake up” He whispers unsure if touching him would help, “It’s okay its just a dream, you are okay”

“Derek”

“I am here, you are okay” He assures him, “Try opening your eyes, baby.”

“Derek”

“I am here, it’s okay.” Derek decides to touch him and eventually his breathing slows again while Derek holds him in his arms but doesn’t dare moving away from how he is laying underneath his touch, faced pressed against his chest,

“Everything okay?” Hotch frowns at him when he walks in and Derek is still dressed in his work out clothes,

“Yeah he seemed to have a nightmare.”

“You can go take a shower, I’ve got this.” Hotch promises him and lays down next to Spencer who slightly snores due his stuffy nose and every now and then coughs in his sleep. When Derek comes back, he lays down on the other side and the two men don’t make it through long of a movie before they fall asleep too.

Hotch is the first to wake up a few hours later as Spencer turns in his sleep over and over again. His hair is sticking to his face and he can see the sweat soaking through his shirt as he rubs his back over the mattress, muffled noises leaving his mouth.

“Derek” Hotch whispers as he gets up to get another cloth, “Derek wake up”

“I am up” The man mumbles and quickly after fully awakes when he sees the distress Spencer is in, “He is scratching himself”

“He is probably dreaming.” Hotch holds the washcloth down on Spencer’s forehead who tries turning his head away, “Get the thermometer”

“It’s rising”

“Alright, get another towel.”

“Maybe do something against the scratching first.” Derek snaps out of worry before he runs off to get the towel Hotch asked for,

“It is probably connected to the fever, if we get the fever down he will stop himself.” Hotch tries calming him, even though his heart breaks on the inside too, Derek carries it more to the outside what he feels. “It’s okay, everything is okay.” Hotch speaks to Spencer who is still moving, scratching his arms and body,

“He is scratching himself bloody, how long has this been going on?”

“I am not sure.” To their surprise, Spencers wimpern turns into shouts shortly after,

“Get it off me! Get it off me! Morgan get them off me:” He yells while still scratching his chest, “Derek, please, please,” He sobs.

“I am here, wake up.” Derek steps closer placing a hand on his thigh, “I am here Spencer, wake up. Wake up.”

“Get them off me, get them off me.”

“It’s just a dream, it’s okay.” Hesitant Hotch takes the towel off him but the screams continue until Derek eventually grabs Spencer’s wrists, “Wake up, wake up, Spencer.”

“Get them off me.”

“No scratching anymore, I can’t let you do that.” Derek keeps on holding his wrists while Spencer tries fighting him and even when he opens his eyes he doesn’t seem to understand what is going on around him, “It’s just me, It’s okay.” Derek tries soothing him as he sobs underneath him, his screams sounding painfully exhausting for his already weak body, “You are okay, you are safe, I’ve got you.”

“Papa?” Jack’s voice appears behind him, “Why are you hurting Spencer?”

“Jack, you are supposed to be in bed.” Hotch gets off the bed and walks towards his son, “It’s okay, come on.”

“Spencer there is nothing on you, I promise you.” Derek keeps on soothing him, “Whatever you are seeing is not real, I promise you.” He lets go of him with one hand and rubs his hand across his stomach, “Nothing there, just my hand okay? You are safe.”

“What is wrong with Papa Spence?”

“He has a really high fever so his brain is making up a lot of nonsense.” Hotch explains to him as he walks him down the stairs to the living room.

“What nonsense?”

“We don’t really know.”

“Is he scared?”

“He is, that’s why Derek is with him, he wasn’t hurting him.” Anxious Jack leans against his father as they sit down on the couch, “Do you want me to call aunt Jess to pick you up?”

“No”

“No one would be mad.”

“I am not scared.” Jack promises him, “When is Spencer going to be okay again?”

“I am pretty sure that in the morning the worst is over.”

“Should we make him soup?”

“Why soup?”

“Jess always cooks soup when I am sick.” Jack explains.

“That’s a really great idea but Spencer hates soup, remember?”

“Then we should cut him fruit.” He suggests, “He doesn’t like that either.” He adds quickly and leans back against Hotch’s shoulder, “Can I go cuddle Papa Spencer?”

“When he calmed down we can all cuddle together alright?”

“I am so sorry” Derek sniffs as he looks down on Spencer, “I don’t know what to do, baby.”

“Get them off me.”

“I checked okay? There is nothing on you” With strength he keeps on holding him down, “I understand that you are scared but I checked your skin okay? I promise you there is nothing there.”

“Get them off me.”

“I am sorry.” Derek places his head down on Spencer’s chest, capturing his hands underneath him as he holds them, “It’s going to be okay.”

“I am scared”

“I know, I am here, I’ve got you”

(Prompt list)

[fallingforunrealisticromance]

Just so I could call you mine part 2 - Aaron Hotchner x fem!reader

It's finally here! I'm sorry for the wait, I've only really been able to write at night - my day's have been kinda busy at the moment. But it's finished. It's quite long so sorry about that. I hope you guys enjoy it as much as you enjoyed part 1:)

Also (following a theme here) this is loosely based off of the song 'Enough for you' by Oliva Rodrigo

* = time skip

Warnings: Swearing

Word Count: 3503

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It had been a month since the argument. Well, I say argument, but I think downfall of the one thing that made me want to get up in the morning would be more accurate. After I’d broken down on Emily’s shoulder that night, she took me back to her place. The whole time I was there, part of me kept wishing for the phone to ring and for it to be him. It didn’t feel real. For the first few days I clung to the shred of hope that he might pull me aside at work to apologise, tell me he was wrong and wanted me back. But seeing as this is my life, that opportunity never came. We hadn’t spoken since that night. Even on cases, he would find ways to avoid talking to me. I can’t say I blame him, he’s a shitty man. And when shitty men do shitty things, they tend to run from it.

I walked into the bullpen laughing with Garcia. All the girls had really looked after me and I couldn’t be more grateful.

“Hey there pretty ladies” Morgan said, sauntering over to us.

“Why hello there handsome. Here to make us yours?” Garcia replied playfully.

“Only if you’ll have me.” Morgan bantered. Garcia just laughed before heading to her cave.

“So how are you gorgeous?” He said throwing his arm round my shoulder.

“I’m doing good. In desperate need for coffee. Don’t get me wrong I love Garcia but after only 3 hours of sleep, her bubbliness this early on has taken it out of me” I explained as we headed to the coffee machine. Derek dropped his arm and stood next to me, allowing me to make my drink.

“Only three hours huh? You having trouble sleeping?” He asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

“No, I just choose to run on as little energy as possible.” I retorted sarcastically, prompting an eye roll from him.

“You know what I meant.”

“Yeah I do, it’s just” I sighed looking down at my coffee.

“Hey.” Derek nudged my arm slightly. “What’s on your mind?” I chewed at the inside of my cheek nervously before answering.

“I guess I’m still adjusting to sleeping by myself.” I admitted. Derek nodded, wearing a sympathetic look on his face. “It’s so stupid, I should be over this by now. I mean I am over him but it’s just certain things like…ugh I don’t know. It’s just stressful.” I ranted.

“It’s normal baby. You went from, what was it nine months?”

“Eleven.” I corrected.

“Right so you went from 11 months of having someone next to you all the time, to suddenly nothing. It’s bound to take some getting used to.” He reasoned. I knew he was right. But something about the way Hotch had essentially picked up where he left off with Haley made me feel so stupid for still being hung up over him.

“Come on, let’s go see if boy genius can tell us something fun.” Derek joked as we walked back to our desks.

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The day was almost over, and we’d had no cases, which allowed us to sort through old case files and tidy things up. As boring as that may sound, it was actually a nice break from the horrors we see on a daily basis.

“Right.” Emily said, stretching back in her chair. “I think I’m gonna head out.”

“And leave me here with the men?” I replied, pretend fear laced in my voice.

“I’m so sorry honey. You can do it I believe in you” Emily joked. The boys just swapped an annoyed look. “Sergio awaits me, so I’ll see you all tomorrow.” She said collecting her things.

“Bye Em.” I called after her. But just as she was about to leave JJ rushed into the bullpen.

“Emily stops where you are.” Emily groaned and turned around.

“Jayje I swear to god if you tell us we have a case, as much as I love you, I will be hurling my bag at your head.” Emily said. JJ just laughed at her.

“No, it’s nothing bad guys, but Rossi has invited us to dinner.” She said smiling. The way she looked at us made it seem like she was looking for some type of reaction.

“Okay? Something special about today?” Derek asked.

“Yeah that’s nice of him and all JJ but I’m really tired. Sitting in a crowed Chinese restaurant really wasn’t really what I planned to do tonight” Emily replied. JJ sighed.

“Fine. I mean if none of you want to come back to Rossi’s mansion for a bite to eat then I get that. Have a nice night with your cat Em.” JJ turned to walk away but at the sound of us all scrambling out of our seats, she turned back and laughed.

“Screw Sergio I wanna explore this guy’s house.” Emily said walking over to JJ.

“God you lot are so nosy” She joked as we all walked down to the parking lot.

“What do you expect? The guys a mystery so if there’s an opportunity to snoop of course we’d take it.” I chuckled.

“I just wanna see if he has a first drafts of his books lying around. I can almost imagine how much he left out.” Reid piped up.

“Of course, that’s what you wanna see pretty boy” Derek said patting Reid on the shoulder. We all hoped into our separate cars to go home and change before re convening at Rossi’s.

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The night was going great. It was so nice to be able to just take a night off – eat, drink, chat – without the stress of a case looming over our heads. Not to mention Rossi’s house was incredibly impressive. I mean if I could somehow make this man my sugar daddy and inherit this place, I’d be on it in an instant. Aaron was here, which didn’t surprise me. But what did is how relaxed he was. I’d seen it all the time when we were together but somehow seeing it tonight felt strange. Almost as if he’d dismissed the whole situation.

“Okay I wasn’t that bad guys.” Emily protested, snapping me from my thoughts.

“You told Spencer you were going to kill him if he didn’t stop being so loud.” Hotch said.

“That’s understandable on a hangover.” Emily reason.

“Em, I was just turning the pages of my book.” Spencer replied laughing. Emily spluttered over her words, but nothing came out causing the rest of us to join spencer. Suddenly the doorbell rang out. We all looked around confused.

“We’re not expecting anyone else are we?” Garcia asked.

“Um” Aaron cleared his throat.

“I think I might know who that is.” My heart sunk as he got up and walked to the door. Everyone swapped a look, trying to catch my eye but I just starred ahead of me. He wouldn’t have actually invited her. Right?

“Hey honey.” Her voice travelled through the halls causing my heart to not only sink even further, but completely shatter in the process. At least at work I could block out the fact he was with her but now he was just rubbing salt in the wound. Emily finally caught my gaze and shot me a supportive look. I just nodded, offering a tight-lipped smile. Eventually the pair of them came back.

“Hey guys, you know Haley.” Hotch said, looking slightly uncomfortable. Everyone greeted her politely enough, but it didn’t take a profiler to feel the shift in the atmosphere.

“Let me get you a chair.” Rossi said, going to stand up. “No, it’s fine, I’ll just sit here” She stated before promptly positioning herself in Aaron’s lap. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. I couldn’t watch this. The seven of us sat in a cripplingly awkward silence for a few moments before JJ finally spoke up.

“So, um Haley, how’s jack doing?” She asked politely. “Oh, he’s doing great. Very happy to have his daddy around a lot more now.” Haley responded in a smug tone. As she spoke, she glanced over at me. Clearly noticing my appearance, she threaded her fingers through Aaron’s hair. I averted my gaze, opting to study the details of Rossi’s floor. I heard Hotch clear his throat, almost as if he wanted her to stop. “

I’m glad he’s happy.” JJ replied.

“So am I. Before it was just so hard what with his job and, well – other arrangements – Aaron barely had time for his own son you know. But luckily that’s all been dealt with now.” Haley leant forward and I heard her placing a kiss on his cheek. I couldn’t take this anymore; she was clearly taunting me and as I much as I hated giving into her games – this was so much worse.

“Excuse me.” I said, standing up and heading towards the garden. It took everything inside of me not to break down right then and there. But the minute I reached the garden I lost it. The tears streamed down my face as I tried to quiet my sobs. My heart ached. It felt like everything was crashing down around me. My chest felt hollow. I thought I was over this, over him. I could feel my knees growing weak under me so opted to sit by the edge of the pool, in the hopes to grab some sense of normality. It was a nice night out. It was summer so still warm, but there was enough of a breeze to keep it bearable. I’m sure if looked up I would’ve been able to see the stars, but I was transfixed on the water. Suddenly I heard the back door open. I didn’t turn around, not wanting to face whoever it was.

“I’ve always wanted a pool.” Emily’s voice came from beside me. She sat down, placing her legs in the water next to mine. “I’d love to have this house too.” She stated taking in her surroundings. “What do you say, wanna take Rossi down together and claim all this for ourselves?” She asked nudging my arm. I let out a stiff chuckle but didn’t say anything. Emily took a deep breath before she spoke.

“I’m sorry you had to sit through that” Her voice was sincere. “I don’t know if Hotch invited her, or she just rocked up, but it was out of order either way.” I nodded not trusting my voice right now. “You should know, the rest of us were just as angry. Derek left a few moments after you. He went into the kitchen, but he didn’t come back. I had to send Spencer after to him just to check he wasn’t tearing the place up.” She said light-heartedly. That gave me some comfort, to know I wasn’t being overly sensitive. She let her words hang in the air for a moment and we enjoyed the stillness of the night.

“I just thought.” I began, my voice rough from crying. “That maybe it wasn’t real. Maybe they weren’t actually back together you know?” I turned my gaze towards Emily. She understood. That was one of my favourite things about her. No matter what the situation, whether she’d experienced it herself or not, she was always so deeply empathetic that it helped.

“Listen, nothing I say right now is going to make this any easier. Sure, I could sit here and tell you what a douche bag he’s being” I smiled at her words. “But I know that wouldn’t change anything for you. So, I’ve just come to let you know that we’re all here for you. Take as much time as you need, and when you feel comfortable, come back and join us inside.” She said squeezing my hand.

“Thank you Em. For everything.” She just smiled before standing up and heading inside. By this point I’d stopped crying. You know that moment of calm you experience right after you’ve stopped crying, just before the headache or tiredness kicks in, that is probably my favourite feeling. Which sounds somewhat depressing, but everything just feels so at ease in that moment. Unfortunately, I could not bask in it for long as I heard the back door slide open once again. Thinking it was Emily I called out to her.

“Please don’t tell me I’m going to come in there and see you forcing Rossi to sign us into his will.” I joked, turning around. But instead of being greeted with my friends’ heart-warming chuckle, I saw the man who’d caused this little escape to the garden. It was Aaron.

“Hotch.” I said surprised, scrambling to stand up.

“Hi.” He replied. He looked nervous, relentlessly fidgeting with his hands. It wasn’t normal.

“Why are you here?” I didn’t bother trying to make small talk. What would be the point?

“Um, well I…I just wanted to…” His voice trailed off as he looked to the ground. “Can we sit down?” He asked after a moment. I nodded and made my way over to the beautiful table Rossi had. Aaron sat down but didn’t say anything, just starred ahead of him.

“Are you going to talk or what?” I said bluntly. He looked surprised at my tone but cleared his throat before answering me.

“I just wanted to check on you.” His voice was low, almost as if he didn’t want me to hear what he was saying.

“Check on me?” I replied clearly irritated.

“Yeah I mean you just took off back there, so I wanted to make sure you were okay” He said literally looking anywhere but me. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. He’d spent a whole month doing the most to avoid talking to me and now, not only he dangles his happiness in my face , but he also has the audacity to ask if I’m okay?

“Yeah I wonder why that is?” I shot back. Hotch went to reply but I cut him off. “No no let’s think about it. What could have possibly made me leave? Was it the fact that Derek telling a story? Nope that doesn’t seem to be it.” I said sarcastically. “Oh, maybe Spencer was rambling about something random? No doesn’t sound right? Gosh I just – I don’t know what it could have been. You got any ideas” I continued. Hotch starred at me, annoyed by my games but not enough to reply. “Wait I remember, it was the fact that my ex-boyfriend just wanted to shove the fact that he’s moved on and obviously didn’t give a fuck about me or our relationship further down my throat!” I concluded, standing up to leave.

“That is not fair.” He called after me. I stopped in my tracks, the anger growing inside of me.

“What? What about that is unfair to you?” I replied folding my arms over my chest.

“For you to say I didn’t care about our relationship” he said, his voice laced with annoyance. I scoffed at his words.

“Really? I think it’s perfectly fair considering how you’ve acted. It’s clear that you have no respect for me or what we were.”

“Just because I spend more time with Haley now doesn’t mean that I’ve just disregarded our entire relationship.” He sounded exasperated.

“Spend more time with her? Hotch she was practically fucking you on the chair in there.” I yelled. I’d tried so hard not to lose it but his lack of understanding right now was getting too much for me. “I loved you so much. I gave everything I had into that relationship, and you’ve thrown it all back in my face over one twisted story that your wife decided to spin.” I ran my fingers through my hair trying to calm down. The last thing I needed was for the rest of the team to hear this. Although I didn’t care if Haley did. That bitch. “I don’t know what I did wrong to make you choose her. Maybe I just wasn’t as interesting as her, but you could not have cared less about someone who loved you more. She dragged you down, manipulated you into believing it was your fault that she fucked those other guys. Or when she made you feel bad for choosing to stay in a job that literally makes the world as safer place for people like her or Jack. All I ever wanted was to support you and be there for you to lean on. I wanted to be that one person you could turn to when you felt like the world was crumbling down and you would feel okay. I just wanted to be enough for you. Because that’s what you were for me.” I ranted. Unfortunately, this time I’d been unable to hold back my tears, but I was hoping the darkness of the garden would hide that. Aaron looked crushed, almost guilty. Part of me hurt to seem him like that but another part reminded me he deserved it. I’d say he broke my heart, but he broke much more than that.

“You were that to me too.” He mumbled. His voice was so quiet I wasn’t sure I’d heard him. Clearly noticing my lack of response, he continued. “You meant so much to me and I can’t tell you how painful it’s been without you.”

“Doesn’t really seem like that” I scoffed. He sighed before walking over to me.

“Listen the thing with Haley-“

“If you’re about to tell me why you’re back together with her, please don’t. I can’t handle that right now.” I begged.

“No listen. We aren’t together.” His words took me by surprise.

“What?”

“The night everything kicked off, I’m not going to lie – I did believe her. I mean when she told me that you’d told JJ everything about the divorce, yeah I was mad. It took me so long to open up to you about that, you know the insecurities and the fact I thought Jack was going to resent me or not want me in his life. I trusted you and you just threw it out the window.” I starred at him in shock, unable to speak. Hotch being who he was picked up on my reaction. “What is it?” He asked.

“I can’t believe that’s what she told you.” I said utterly blown away by the fact that Haley was able to lie about something so huge with such ease.

“What do you mean? Are you trying to tell me that’s not what happened?” He sounded apprehensive.

“It couldn’t be further from the truth. She called me to ask where you were and when you’d be home. She must have thought I was lying because then she called JJ. JJ told her she knew she’d rung me and then she hung up.” I explained. Hotch looked just as confused. “I would never tell anyone those things Aaron. No matter how much you hurt me.” He didn’t reply. He looked so torn. “I tried to explain that to you on the night, but you weren’t listening.” I spoke. That caught his attention.

“I know I just felt so betrayed I guess it blinded me.” He replied. “The only reason I’ve stayed as close with her as I have recently is because she was going to keep me away from Jack. I know she had no solid grounds to hold that to and we could have taken it to court if it had gotten that bad, but fathers hardly ever win full custody. I didn’t want to risk it.” He explained. I nodded.

“I understand.” I got it. Jack was his world. And losing him might have just broken him. “

I can’t begin to explain how sorry I am that I let her get between us. I should’ve known, I-I should’ve trusted you.” He rambled. He begun pacing back and forth.

“Hey.” I reached out a grabbed his arm. “Yes you should have trusted me, I’m not going to act like what happened didn’t hurt. But you’re not a mind reader Aaron. You believed the first story you heard. I get it.” I reasoned. Tentatively, he reached out and took my hands in his, rubbing gentle circles with his thumbs.

“I missed you. Everyday.” He whispered.

“I did too. I loved you.” I replied softly. His gaze caught mine.

“Loved?” He asked his eyes wracked with worry.

“Part of me still does. I can’t just shut those feelings down. But what you did broke me. And I don’t want to risk that happening again.” I confessed. He nodded.

“I guess I’ll just have to prove myself to you. Because trust me, you’re all I want. And I’ll wait however long you need me to.” He replied. I smiled up at him and wrapped my arms around his neck as his arms travelled to my waist. Maybe we would get back together or eventually just drift apart, but right now I had my best friend back. And that’s all I cared about.

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the year of goodbyes

spencer reid x gn!reader

masterlist

summary ↠ over the course of a year, Spencer says goodbye to three people— and hello to one.

category ↠ angst/fluff

warnings/includes ↠ takes place in s11, talk of Alzheimer’s,  

word count ↠ 1.8k

massive shoutout to my beloved @ellesgreenaway for beta reading and encouraging me to finish this piece— india you are my actual saving grace

“If you’re brave enough to say goodbye, life will reward you with a new hello.” — Paulo Coelho

People leaving wasn’t exactly a new concept for Spencer.

He knew it all too well, the familiar look that was cast over peoples features, how their eyes got glassy and lips twitched as they prepared to tell him that they were yet another person who would leave him behind— like so many had before.

But their choice of words was always different. He noticed a sort of pattern, when it came to people walking out of his life. They tended to dance around the words, never exactly saying ‘I’m leaving you.’

First, it was his father. He’d watched him pack a suitcase full of things, spit angry words at his mother and then turn to him, his son— placing his hand on his shoulder, mumbling a few cowardly words and that was that. Spencer no longer had a father.

(‘I’m sorry. I just don’t know how to look after you anymore.’)

Second was Gideon, who never actually said goodbye in person (and Spencer couldn’t decide whether that was better or worse.) Instead, he left, wrote words down on a page and then addressed it to him.

(‘Spencer, I knew you would be the one to come down here.’)

And again, with Alex. Not a goodbye, not in the formal sense, but Spencer’s heart ached with how he knew what this was— he recognised the look on her face and knew that once again, he would lose someone he loved.

(‘You know, Ethan would’ve been a lot like you.’)

Everyone in Spencer’s life started to feel temporary. There one minute, gone the next. He wished that meant that he cared any less for them, or that it hurt any less when they left.

Of course, that was never the case.

His mother’s mental state had been deteriorating rapidly, and nothing— not anything that Spencer’s big genius brain could think of — was helping her.

When he visited her, he saw the vacant look in her eyes. He recognised the look of confusion on her face when he’d enter the room, ignoring how his heart squeezed painfully upon realising that his own mother no longer remembered him.

It would take her a few minutes, but eventually the confusion would disappear and she would give him a smile, greeting him with open arms and warm words.

It was a different kind of leaving, but she was leaving him all the same. She wasn’t physically going anywhere, but, mentally?

He saw how she was deteriorating, he argued with countless doctors and medical professionals, exhausting every book and resource he could find— just hoping he could come up with something.

But, no.

He found it a little ironic. He was the boy wonder, the resident genius of the Bureau’s elite behavioural analysis unit, a smartass who had endless amounts of knowledge.

He always had the answer, always had the solution.

Ironic— because the man who was supposed to know it all, had no clue how to protect his mother from a disease that would inevitably take her from him.

It wasn’t something he would ever come to terms with, it was never something he would accept. He knew how it was going to go, the doctors told him as much.

The day would come that he would walk into his mother’s room, and those vacant eyes would never gain clarification. Her confusion wouldn’t pass, and she would no longer recognise him.

Spencer dreaded that day.

He feared it, even. 

Because the day he lost his mother would be the day he lost himself. 

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When Catherine Adams’ file came across Spencer’s desk, he thrusted all of his agony over his mother into the case. It was why he decided that he would be the one to take her down in the restaurant, why he insisted that she wouldn’t perceive him as a threat. 

Oddly enough, Spencer found himself intrigued by her. Perhaps, he simply enjoyed being intellectually challenged in such a way.  Or perhaps, somewhere deep down in the darkest parts of himself, he liked the attention, got off on being able to outsmart her. 

He was smug when he managed to trick her into getting into the back of the police van, under the guise that he’d found her father. (After all, she was ‘just another girl with daddy issues’.) 

It was only when Cat gave him a grin, one that contrasted with the tears that slipped down her cheeks, that Spencer felt uneasy. 

He crouched down in front of her, whispered a small, “Goodbye, Cat,” before getting up and leaving the van, feeling a weight on his chest that made it difficult for him to breathe. 

Again, it was a different type of goodbye. One he was of course relieved about, because with it brought the promised safety of Penelope, now that Cat was behind bars. Although, alongside the relief, there was a sour aftertaste. 

It was what led him to take a moment, sitting down on the swings in the park, hands trembling slightly as they grabbed the chains, swinging gently in a slow rhythm that he hoped would calm him down. 

The last words Cat had said to him played over and over in his head. 

“In twenty years, you won’t remember my name. But I’ll remember yours.” 

At first, Spencer assumed she was referring to how after a while, Cat would simply blend into the sea of seemingly never-ending unsubs who all tried, and failed, to outsmart the team.

It was only later that Spencer realised she was instead insinuating that he would succumb to the same disease as his mother— forgetting not only those that he loved, but the ones he hated too.

*

Spencer’s best friend was going to be a father. 

The team were gathered in the waiting room, eagerly awaiting news, when Morgan came out with a smile on his face. “It’s a boy!” 

Pure, unbridled joy burst throughout the room, with Spencer lurching forward to wrap his arms around him, laughing and giving his congratulations. He swallowed the lump that began to form in his throat and pushed away the thoughts that swirled around his mind. Deep down, he knew what would inevitably happen, but that moment wasn’t the right time to think about it. 

It was late in the evening when Derek Morgan stopped by Spencer’s desk. Before he even looked up from his paperwork, he knew where this conversation was going to go. When he did look up, it all but confirmed it— he saw the sad smile on Morgan’s lips, and watched how his eyes glossed over.

He said nothing though. Instead, he smiled and chuckled as Morgan gushed over his newborn son. His smile got even bigger when Morgan handed over the birth announcement— Hank Spencer Morgan.

Although he knew what was coming, he knew what decision Morgan was going to make, he expected nothing less from his best friend. A man who had grown immensely in the years he’d known him, going from a real ladies man to someone who would give up his job in order to be there for his family.

Morgan placed his hand on Spencer’s shoulder, a sigh leaving his lips. “Kid, listen. Here’s the thing..”

“I know.” Spencer whimpered quietly, smiling sadly. “It’s okay. I know. And I understand.”

He watched Derek Morgan walk away, sniffling as he willed the tears to keep at bay. He watched his best friend, his brother, walk away. And it hurt, God it hurt. But he was so proud of the man that Morgan had become that he pushed aside the hurt, reminding himself of what he knew to be true.

Everyone left eventually. 

Spencer feared that one day, he would look around and find that he was truly and utterly alone.

*

It was a normal Tuesday morning, and Spencer was making his way through the FBI Headquarters, up to the BAU floor. He stepped into the elevator, his coffee mug in one hand, and his other resting over his satchel. Just before the door closed, he heard someone call out. 

“Hold the doors!” 

Spencer reached a hand out, pushing the doors back open. 

You scuttled into the elevator, looking over to the male next to you with a smile. “Thank you for holding the doors. I’m already running a little late for my first day.” You explained, reaching to press the button for the fifth floor, watching as the elevator doors closed again. 

“The fifth floor? The Sex Crimes Unit?” Spencer asked curiously. 

You nodded. 

“It’s your first day?” 

“Yeah, I moved here for the job a couple of weeks back. It was an incredible opportunity, I couldn’t pass it up.” You expressed, and Spencer gave you a tight lipped smile in return. “I’m presuming you work here as well?” 

He nodded. “I’m in the Behavioural Analysis Unit, a floor up from you.” 

“Well, that’s good to hear. At least I have one friend in the building, if it turns out my new team hate me.” You joked, glad when Spencer let out a little laugh. 

“I’m sure that won’t be the case. You seem very likeable.” 

You grinned up at him. “Thank you.”

The elevator dinged, the doors opening. You looked over at your new friend, flashing him a nervous smile. “Well, wish me luck.”

“Good luck.” He smiled back, raising his hand in a small wave as you left the elevator. 

After a long day of paperwork (and thinking of the pretty person he’d met in the elevator), Spencer gathered together his things before getting into the elevator. It stopped on the floor below, and when the doors opened, he smiled at the sight of you. 

You looked up from where you’d been looking down at your phone, mirroring his grin. “Hey! It’s you.” 

“Yes—yes, It is, me.” Spencer replied, cringing awkwardly at his nonsensical response. 

You only laughed quietly at it, entering the elevator. 

“How was your first day?” He asked, only to be polite. 

You seemed surprised that he’d asked, but answered nonetheless. “It was good! Turns out my team don’t hate me. Or at least, I don’t think they do?” Your voice raised in question, making Spencer laugh a little. 

“See? What did I tell you?” He grinned, and you rolled your eyes playfully. 

You leaned over, nudging his shoulder with yours. “I’m Y/N, by the way.” 

“Spencer.” 

“It’s lovely to meet you, Spencer. For the second time today.” 

Spencer smiled shyly, hands delving into his pockets as the elevator dinged. The two of you stepped out, looking at one another with timid expressions. 

“My car, it’s that way.” You pointed to the other end of the car park. 

“I take the subway.” Spencer responded, wishing he could find a way to make you stay a little longer.

“Well, have a good evening, Spencer.” You beamed. “I’ll see you tomorrow?” 

“Yes!” He responded a little eagerly, sighing inwardly before clearing his throat. “I mean yeah, sure that- that’s cool.” 

You giggled quietly, waving goodbye before turning toward your car. 

Spencer blushed the whole way to the subway station, biting back the smile on his lips at the thought of you. 

People leaving wasn’t exactly a new concept for Spencer. 

But you? 

He had the feeling that you were going to be a very permanent part of his life, and he didn’t mind that in the slightest. 

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Amoreena | chapter four

Chapter Four

summary: Heaven is a real place and it's located exactly 14.6 miles away from the FBI, Quantico Headquarters. Off behind a small park, under a fantastical willow tree surrounded by wildflowers, in every colour young minds can imagine.

Don't forget, heaven also comes with angels.

Warnings: fluff, hurt/comfort, depressed spencer, reader has a daughter, falling in love, strangers to lovers, library smut, oral (female receiving) lots and lots of fluff

word count: 3.9k

from the beginning <3

Everyone at work was very understanding. Almost all of them saw it coming, he was taking more sick days than normal and he wasn’t putting up a fight anymore when the 30 days was required to take rolled around. They were profilers after all.

He arrives on Thursday morning to pack his desk. The team is finally home and all together to wish him well on his future journey, giving him hugs and kisses as they each visited his desk.

They had already replaced him, Will LaMontagne was giving the FBI a shot, finally. Spending more time with JJ, the kids were old enough now to accept both of them working. And Kate Callahan was back, now that her baby wasn’t a baby anymore either.

Even Penelope and Derek showed up, bringing a cake that said ‘happy retirement’ written across the frosting. They were happy for him, they shared the same excitement he had. There was a thrill in his eyes again as they asked him about his plans.

“Tell us about this Y/N you met,” Emily cut into the laughter to get to the serious topics.

“I’ve been going to the park a lot recently and I found this little reading nook by a pond. She was there with her daughter and they invited me over to their picnic,” he realized how fake it all sounded as he continued to speak. “Her daughter is wonderful and super smart, I took them to the Smithsonian on Sunday and I’m completely smitten.”

Everyone swooned, happy to see him finally finding someone that makes him gush like this. It had been a very, very long time since Spencer has told any of them about a person, let alone someone he was in love with.

“She is wonderful,” Penelope added, “she makes the best tea and she lives in a literal Disney movie.”

Spencer laughed, “yeah she does. They probably read more books than I have, they make so many references all the time and they even dress up for what they’re reading, it’s amazing.”

They were amazed by how giddy he was, unable to stop smiling at him, “here we dressed up for the museum, I was milo from Atlantis and she was the old man in Tarzan,” he pulled his phone from his pocket to show them the photo.

It was his background now, Y/N sent it to him when he finally went back to his place Monday night, knowing he’d miss them. Not wanting him to be alone.

He was beyond proud to show them the photo, beaming from ear to ear as they all complimented his attire.

“She looks like you,” Kate added, “must be the genius gene,” she added, making awkward eye contact with JJ as they both clocked it.

“She’s exactly like me, that’s why Y/N likes having me around, it’s good for Amoreena to feel normal with the way our brains work,” he spoke about her like she was his own. Forever grateful to have her in his life.

“So when are you proposing?” Matt teased him. Knowing the feeling of love like this all too well with his perfect wife and a handful of children.

“I’m not trying to jinx anything,” Spencer admitted. “I actually have a job interview at the Library she works at later, so I’ll be around here a lot more.”

“He’ll be moved in by the end of the month,” Tara smiled, proud of him and the courage it takes to follow your heart.

“I’m going to miss you guys,” he presses his lips together softly, nodding as he avoids eye contact with them. “But you can call me whenever you need my brain, I guess.”

Hugs were exchanged as Spencer had to leave, Derek even offered to drive him back to his apartment to help with 4 boxes of books from his desk, and to have a bit of a talk like they always do.

“It’s surprisingly easy to be a dad, all you have to do is be there and love them,” Derek shared a tidbit of advice

“She told me she doesn’t mind me being like Amoreena’s dad, but I don’t think I can yet. I want her to decide when she wants me in that role.”

Spencer explains his feelings the easiest to Derek. Like he was already in his mind and knew the thoughts before he said them, Derek was never mad or disappointed in him. He loved him fully, and Spencer loved him right back.

“Like when you chose Gideon?”

Spencer can only nod, it’s still too sad to think about him being gone. “You know what it’s like, you love your father but there are other people in your life who fit the role better.”

“Yeah,” Derek agreed. “You’re going to be great, regardless of the name she uses when she thinks of you.”

“Thank you,” Spencer smiled as they pulled up to his apartment, “you should bring Hank to meet the animals this weekend sometime.”

“He’d love that,” Derek smiled back at him, patting his shoulder lightly. “I’m really proud of you.”

“I wouldn’t have been able to do it if you didn’t first,” he admits. “You’re a strong man who decided to put his happiness first, I can be too.”

“You sure as hell can,” Derek wrapped him up in one last hug before sending him off to live that best life he was talking about.

The only person who didn’t know yet was his mother. He wasn’t sure how to tell her, he knew she’d be proud of him regardless but that anxiety of disappointing her never went away even now that he was 40.

“Spencer!”

“Hey mom,” he smiled when she picked up. “How are you?”

“I’m fantastic, Marge and I are going on a walk later to see some ducks that were born, I really love it here Spencer,” he could hear it in her voice. She was much more joyful when she was surrounded by friends.

“I’m glad to hear it.”

“you sound happy, what’s going on?”

She was his mother, after all, she could know exactly how he’s feeling from just hearing him breathe or being in the same room as him. It was like a superpower, she always knew what was going on.

“I met someone,” he can’t help but smile. “And I quit the FBI to have a family.”

“You’re kidding?” He couldn’t read her tone, not sure if she was surprised or disappointed.

“Her name is Y/N, she has a 7-year-old daughter named Amoreena who is exactly like how I was as a child, you’d really like them,” he explains and he can hear his mother's smile from his end of the phone.

“I would love to meet them, you can bring them to visiting hours next Tuesday?” Diana offered, genuinely happy for him in a way that made his heart burst.

“I’ll see if they’re free and I’ll let you know.”

“I love you, Spencer,” she reminded him. “It’s nice to hear you’re happy, that’s all I’ve ever wanted for you.”

“I love you too, thank you, mom, for everything.”

She hangs up before they can get too emotional, leaving Spencer inside his sad little apartment all by himself. Taking the opportunity to pack his overnight bag for Y/N and pick out some books from his collection to show Amoreena.

There’s an envelope sticking out of one of his books that manages to catch his attention, taking it out to see his name written on it in Gideon’s handwriting. He almost forgot he had this, how important the words were.

Spencer,

I knew it would be you who came to the cabin to check on me. I’m sorry the explanation couldn’t be better, Spencer. I’m sorry it doesn’t make more sense, but I’ve already told you. I just don’t understand any of it anymore.

I guess I’m just looking for it again, for the belief I had in college, the belief I had when I first met Sara and it all seemed so right.

The belief in happy endings. When you find that, never let it go, Spencer.

Don’t let this job do to you what it did to me, get out and get a life when you can. I have faith in you, till I see you again, take care, son.

Gideon

He walked over to the window then, seeing a beautiful red and brown bird perched on his fire escape. He couldn’t help but smile, “I found my Sara, thank you,” he whispers to the bird who turns its head to the side before flying off.

Gideon always did have the best timing and the best advice.

—

“Y/N, your one o’clock is here to see you,” the receptionist at the Library said over the phone, hanging up and returning her attention to Spencer, “she’ll be with you in a moment.”

“Doctor Reid,” he hears her voice as she rounds the corner, appearing behind a stack of books in the most beautiful blue dress he’s ever seen. “Lovely to see you again.”

“You too,” he smiles.

“Right this way,” she can’t help but smile as she escorts him to her office.

“I don’t normally consider people who don’t send in a resume, but I have a feeling you’re going to be good at this,” she teased him as he sat at her desk.

“Allison is going on maternity leave in a few weeks, so you won’t start until she has the baby. If you’re serious about wanting this position, it’s only Monday through Thursday, 9 to 2:30.”

“You’re not going to ask me anything?”

“I don’t know if you know this, but the literary historian and I get to spend a lot of time together, I’d rather hire someone I know I already like,” she smiled again. “And it would be nice to see you every day without a 7-year-old taking all your attention away from me.”

“You just want to live out the fantasy of kissing someone in the encyclopedia section, don’t you?” He teased her right back, making her blush. “I knew it.”

“Sue me!” She laughed, and he finally understood what tinker bell meant when she said farries are born from the purest laughter.

He was in love with her right then and there, he was sure of it.

It had been under a week and yet as he stared at her, hearing her wonderful laughter and seeing her beautiful smile, knowing she wanted to spend time with him, that she genuinely liked him and none of this was one-sided, it made him fall harder than he thought he could.

“Come on then,” he stands abruptly, taking her hand and pulling her out the door.

She tries to giggle quietly as she follows him all the way back to the quietest section of the library. Most of the books on the shelves didn’t even have bar codes because they haven’t been checked out since the 60’s, no one needs them but they can’t seem to part with them.

She backs up against the shelf and pulls him into her space, he drops her hands and holds her face instead, looking at her beautiful eyes as they sparkled in the fluorescent lighting.

“I was expecting this to be hungrier than this when I imagined it all for all these years,” she whispers, biting her lip to force her smile back.

“You’re just so fucking beautiful,” is all he can say, brushing her cheeks with his thumbs lightly a few times before finally placing his lips against hers, ever so gently.

Her hands stretched around his back, pulling him in closer till their bodies are pressed together and then she’s kissing him deeper. Breathing in through her nose like she’s trying to keep him there forever, her fingernails dig into his shirt and he knows she wants more.

He slid his thigh between hers, opening his mouth to give her all the access she wanted and letting her take control of the speed. She wasn’t kidding when she said she expected it to be hungrier. She was kissing him like it was the first time she has had contact with another human being in years, and it just might have been. She said she was single for a while before Amoreena, probably the whole time since as well.

“Spencer,” she took a moment to gasp for air, breathing against his lips as he did the same. “Can we?”

He kisses along her jaw then, moving towards her ear to whisper, “do what? Use your words.”

“Anything, just touch me please, god it’s been 12 years,” she begged as quietly as possible, tugging at his hair as he nibbled on her earlobe.

He kissed down her neck making his way towards her chest. Holding her by the hips now, she arched her back into the shelf as he kissed all the way to where her dress started to cover her breasts but he didn’t stop. Kissing over her clothes as he dropped down to his knees in front of her.

He undid his tie, slipping it off his neck and handing it to her, “in case you need to scream into something.”

She held it in her hand for a second, registering what he just said and moaning softly in response as she held it closer to her lips, he took that as a yes and slipped under her dress.

She was wearing just a pair of regular cut pink underwear, not expecting this in the slightest when she got ready this morning. He kissed her over top of the fabric, spreading her legs so that he could kiss the insides of her thighs as she tried to desperately grind into his face. grazing his teeth against her skin as she shivers, thighs shaking in anticipation.

He kisses right where her clit should be under the fabric, knowing he’s correct when she whimpers around the tie he handed her. It's muffled and adorable as he kisses her again and again, knowing she wants more and teasing her gently.

He pulls her panties to the side, mesmerized by how perfect she is for only a second before returning to the task at hand. Being the first person to pleasure her in years, wanting her to have the best time possible.

With one hand he holds her panties back, using his other to slowly swipe a single finger through her folds to see just how wet she was. Smirking against her thigh as he’s able to slip right in.

“Please,” he hears her whisper, lifting the dress up so she could look at what he’s doing.

“Such a good girl for me,” he pressed the words against her skin.

He spreads her legs even further, resting one of them on his shoulder as he dives in, sucking her clit into his mouth abruptly as he pumps his single finger in and out. She jerks her hips at the sudden contact, stuffing the tie in her mouth and biting down as she whimpers.

He knows what he’s doing, where all the pleasure spots are and what feels the best on most women. Searching around and trying different tongue movements, memorizing the sounds she makes and attempting to hear them again and again, knowing it means she’s enjoying herself.

That’s all he wanted, to please her. Not even realizing how hard he was as he continues to eat her out furiously in the back corner of the DC Public Library. He forgets they’re even in public entirely as he moans against her clit, sending shockwaves through her body.

She’s quaking then, holding onto the top of his head with one hand as the other grips a shelf. She’s panting into the material of the tie, the hot breath making its way through the fabric and stopping the whorish moans he knew she’d make. It had been too long since someone treated her right.

He added a second finger then, wanting to push her over the edge as he curled them, finding her g spot and caressing it with every thrust of his fingers. She clenched around him then, a high-pitched noise left her mouth as she finished around him.

He couldn’t help but smirk, re-moving his fingers and cleaning them off in his mouth. Releasing them with a pop before dragging his tongue along her one last time. Gathering up everything she released and placing her panties back over her nicely.

He kissed over her underwear one last time before fixing her dress and standing up, “did I manage to fulfill the dream?”

She couldn’t help but laugh, looking like she was coming down from a real high, not just an orgasm. She pulled him in close and held onto him for dear life as she continued to catch her breath, and then her hand started to wander.

“Nope,” Spencer whispered, moving her hand away from his aching cock. “As much as I want to, I’d rather fuck you at home.”

“Home huh?” She teased him, kissing his cheek softly as she pulled back.

"I love you," he whispers against her ear, without a fear in the world that she didn't feel the same way.

"I love you too, Spencer."

They couldn’t stop smiling at each other, it felt surreal to be this happy. He kissed her a few more times, staying hidden in the back corner until the blood in his body let this dick and went back to where it was supposed to be.

She just held him in her arms, leaning back against the shelves as they kissed softly, running her hands through his hair gently, over and over. She whispered a few thank you’s to him, letting him know it was everything she waited for.

It was truly perfect.

—

Amoreena was so happy to see him back at the farm when she got off the bus, she missed him during the few days he wasn’t there.

She asked him to help with her homework, her teacher assigning them an “all about me” project to showcase their growth at the end of the year ceremony. It was almost June, she only had a few weeks left before she was off for the summer and free to show him around the whole kingdom.

Y/N brought out a box of craft supplies and a collection of photos. Showing Spencer every single moment of her and Amoreena’s life.

From her first sonogram to the first bump photo, she had and every maternity shot on the farm you could think of, to the day she was born, her first bath, first steps, chocolate cake shoved on her nose at her first birthday, everything. He felt like he watched her grow up in the blink of an eye, staring at all the photos while Y/N and Amoreena made a plan for her project.

She did look a lot like him, in some instances, she even looked like his mom. There was a look Diana would get when she was intrigued with something, or when she was trying to figure something out. She’d bite her tongue and tilt her head, and it was exactly what Amoreena did.

He never thought he’d see a child-like himself this early, he always expected someone to contact him at 18 and surprise him like Rossi. He really never, ever thought he'd have a child in his life who he was blessed with watching grow up. He never believed someone would have a kid so much like him and allow him to see the world through their eyes. He was amazed by how lucky he got, to be brought into an already happy family that wanted him, they didn’t just need him.

There was no need for a father in Amoreena’s life, she was happily living her life with her grandparents and her mother, explaining to him that she had a bunch of aunts and uncles, plus 15 cousins and they all lived close too. Her life was full of people to love her, and yet she wanted Spencer to love her too.

“Can I put the photo of us at the museum on here too?” She asked Y/N, looking at Spencer to see if he was okay with it too. “I already told my friends that you’re my dad.”

He felt like he couldn’t breathe, he didn’t want to cry in front of her so instead he just stopped all movement inside of his body and held it in. Looking at Y/N who was also a little emotional as Amoreena went back to looking through the photos.

Amoreena didn’t even notice how their expressions changed, she didn’t understand the weight of the words as she said them. She was oblivious to the hole in Spencer’s heart that she was filling with glitter glue, making him feel like he was whole again.

“Yeah,” he finally managed to speak. “I’d love to be on your project.”

“I know you said we don’t need dads but I kinda want one,” Amoreena’s soft expression made his heart melt even more. He was putty in her hands, willing to be whatever she wanted from him as long as he could.

“When did you say that?” Y/N asked softly, confused as to where she was when they had a conversation.

“The other morning at breakfast, um, my father left when I was little. It was just me and my wonderful mother until I was 21, then I found someone to call Dad. His name was Jason Gideon, he was my mentor and he made he feel like I was smart and loved,” he smiled, letting her know he genuinely meant it. “There’s a big difference between being a father and being someone's dad.”

“What’s that?” Amoreena’s innocent mind running wild as she tried to figure out his meaning.

“Anyone can be a father when two adults make a baby,” he said softly, making eye contact with Y/N as she blushed. Knowing where he was going with this. “But dads are special, they’re the people who are supposed to make you feel safe and loved. A person who you can turn to for advice and know he’ll love you no matter what you have to say. Dad’s are supposed to love you forever, regardless of what happens in life. Just like your mom does already.”

Amoreena leaned into his chest, pressing her head against him softly. He wrapped his arms around her gently, giving her the tiniest hug he’s ever given. “I pick you then, you’re the best guy I know and I think that means you’d be a good dad.”

Y/N silently cried, getting up from the table and walking into the kitchen so Amoreena wouldn’t see her sob. Spencer tried to widen his eyes so the tears he was generating would slip back into his tear ducts. Not wanting to cry as she held him.

“I’d love to be your dad,” he whispered, kissing her head softly as she held him tighter. “But first I’ve gotta check on your mom,” he whispered into her hair. Watching her pull away and look for where she was.

“Okay,” Amoreena shrugged, returning to her project as he wandered into the kitchen.

She was leaning against the counter when he walked in, her dress pulled up over her face as she cried into the material. Wiping her face as Spencer walked in and looking at him with the happiest smile.

She was laughing into her tears then, shaking her head as she sobbed, “why am I crying?”

He laughed then too, pulling her into a hug and spinning her around gently as she kept laughing. Her face buried into his neck as she smiled, he set her down gently so he could pull her into a kiss.

Her cheeks were all wet as he held her face, peppering kisses to her lips as they both tried to stop smiling.

“I’m going to miss hearing her call you Spencer,” Y/N whispered.

“Me too,” he giggled again. “But dad does have a good ring to it.”

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The BAU First online Secret Santa (aka: Rossi vs Zoom)  (Spencer Reid/ Reader)

Summary: Rossi might have said too much when he wasn't muted in the BAU online Secret Santa Celebration. And Reid is too embarrassed to face (Y/N) afterward.

Requested: Yes. My boyfriend asked me to write this, and asked for some specific gifts for some team members. (Based on season 7 of Criminal Minds in COVID quarantine).

Pairing: Spencer Reid/ Reader- feat the whole team 

Warnings: None

Word count: 3K

Masterlist 

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- “Hello?”- Penelope waved at Rossi, but he didn’t reply. She sighed and stared at the camera on her computer, and nearly started jumping and waving. 

- “Rossi!! Hey!”

- “Penelope??”- Rossi screamed, looking at the screen, unable to find the tab with the Zoom video conference on his navigator. He could hear her but couldn’t see her. 

- “Where are you??”

- “Rossi!! I can’t hear you! you are muted!”- Penelope was already frustrated, and it had been only two minutes. 

Rossi had been struggling using Zoom the whole quarantine. Every online meeting for the last couple of months had been filled with “Rossi, you are muted,” “Rossi, we can see you picking your nose,” “Rossi, you aren’t mute, we can hear you fart.” It had been as frustrating as funny for the team. 

- “Hey!”- Prentiss waved at the camera- “Where’s everybody?”

- “We’ve got Rossi trying to find us and unmute his mic”- Emily chuckled and nodded- “And Hotch just logged in… hey!”

- “Hello everybody”- Aaron Hotchner waved, and his son Jack appeared in the back of the room, waving too. 

- “Did you clean your room?”- he asked his son

- “Yes…”- it was clear Jack was lying

- “So if I go upstairs right now, your room is going to be clean, your bed made, and your toys in their place?- Jack stayed still and just smiled. Slowly, he turned around and ran back to his room. 

- “Hey, how did you change your background?”- Emily asked Garcia, who started explaining how to do it. 

- “Henry! what is it?”- JJ logged into the conversation, but her attention was really on her son, who kept crying somewhere near her. 

- “Hello? Hey? can you hear me?”

- “Hey Spence!!”- Prentiss and Garcia said at the same time and chuckled. 

- “Hello! How’s everybody!”- he smiled and stared at his screen. 

For someone who hated technology, he was pretty comfortable meeting the team online. Maybe because his germaphobic self was glad they didn’t have to go to the BAU if there was a pandemic going on.   

Germs were worse than technology, which was good to know when it came to his phobias. 

- “Baby girl, what are you doing?”- Derek’s voice interrupted Garcia’s class of “How to change backgrounds one on one.” Emily enjoyed her time switching pictures on his background, laughing, while JJ tried to convince Henry to eat his banana. Hotch was reading a case file, not paying attention to anything going on around him. Rossi was lost and muted still, trying to find the right tab in his browser, and Spencer was reading a book, sipping a cup of coffee.  

- “Hey!!”- (Y/N) waved at the screen and stared at the scene. Everyone in the BAU was on their little bubble.  

- “Hello, hey! How are you?”- Spencer closed the book and waved. (Y/N) blushed and waved back. She just stared at him, and all the memories of their last video call came to mind. 

They had literally spent the night together. They started a video call around seven, then cooked dinner. Spencer actually cooked ‘cos (Y/N) gave him an easy cooking lesson online. Both of them ate spaghetti with homemade bolognese sauce. 

They started talking and talking, drinking tea, and coffee, and cocoa, and more tea. They snuggled on their couches and kept on talking, laughing. Somehow they started reading each other their favorite parts of their favorite books. And somehow, they ended up in their beds, drinking one last cup of tea. They were hugging a pillow, wishing they could actually hug each other, but never saying those words. And so they kept talking until they fell asleep. 

(Y/N) had fallen asleep first. Spencer felt he had bored her ‘till she passed out, but the truth was, she had made her best effort to stay awake but failed at four in the morning. She loved talking with Spencer. She loved Spencer, all of him, including all the facts and statistics he would ramble on for hours. 

If only she knew he felt the same. He could hear her ramble about books and albums she loved. He didn’t know half the bands she talked about but always googled them after their conversations to understand her a little bit better. And to add facts to their next talk. 

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- “Rossi! Rossi! unmute your mic”- Aaron repeated for the hundredth time during the call, but Rossi still had no idea what he was doing. 

- “Ok, ok, don’t touch anything, I’m hacking into your computer,”- Garcia simply said, already tired of waiting. It wasn’t the first time she had done it during the latest months. I wouldn’t be the last either. 

- “Hello? can you hear me?”

- “Yes, David”- Aaron nodded and almost smiled- “Hello everybody, I trust you are all having a nice day.”

It was their annual Secret Santa, and for the first time, it was online. They had all made sure to mail their presents earlier enough, and everybody had gotten theirs already. It was December 24th, and though it was still just noon, Rossi enjoyed the first whiskey of the day.  

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- “I sent you all cookies!!”- Penelope clapped and smiled, staring into the camera- “Did you all get it?”

- “Yes!”- they all answered but (Y/N). 

- “No… I didn’t”

- “What?! But I sent them yesterday! the delivery said you had gotten them,”- Penelope explained, but (Y/N) just shook her head. 

- “Sorry Garcia, I just got my Secret Santa present this week, and that’s it”

- “Someone stole your cookies, pretty girl!”- Derek chuckled and took a bit of one of his- “Your lost, ‘cos they are delicious.” 

- “Great… not only I get to spend Christmas alone, now I have to bake my own cookies.”- she groaned and sighed. 

- “What? Alone?”- JJ was in shock- “What about your family? Family get-togethers are allowed this weekend. It just has to be less than ten people in each house.” 

- “They live in Seattle, and I can’t travel ‘cos I don’t wanna expose my grandparents to any risk, so I decided to spend Christmas alone”- (Y/N) cut the team a short smile. They all wide opened their eyes in shock. Christmas alone was never a good plan. 

- “Me and Jack are going to spend it with his grandfather and aunt. We would be glad to have you over.”- Hotch immediately said, and (Y/N) smiled.

- “Thank you, but that’s ok, it’s just Christmas…”- that really didn’t sound good. 

- “I’m gonna be alone too,”- Spencer texted her ‘cos he didn’t want to say it in front of the team- “Do you wanna spend Christmas with me? I can save you some cookies”. 

(Y/N) chuckled as she read, and Spencer smiled, staring at her. You don’t usually get to see the reaction of the person you text. And he loved it. 

- “Why are you going to be alone?”- she wrote back

- “Same as you, I don’t wanna expose my mom, and she is all the family I’ve got. She’ll spend Christmas with aunt Ethel”. 

- “Hey! (Y/N), are you listening?”- Penelope waved and nearly yelled. 

- “Sorry, what?”- (Y/N) left the phone aside and tried to focus on the team. 

- “JJ was saying you are also welcome to spend it with her mom, Henry, and Will.”

- “Thank you guys, but… I think I’ll be ok.” 

She blushed at those words and made her best not to look at Spencer as she smiled. Which was incredibly useless, ‘cos no one knew where Spencer’s image was on her screen. And at the same time, it was so easy for the team to profile what was going on. That’s why neither of them said another word.

- “Ok, can we start opening presents now?”- Prentiss asked. Her background was now a beach, and she had put on a big hat and sunglasses. Penelope and JJ laughed at her so loud that they didn’t listen when Aaron said they should make a distant toast. 

- “Wait! let me get something to drink!”- (Y/N) stood up quickly and poured herself a cup of tea. 

- “Ok, now I’m ready, sorry”- and when she looked at the screen, Spencer was blushing, and everybody was chuckling. 

- “What did I miss?”

- “Nothing pretty girl”- Derek just smiled- “Let’s do the presents thing… who wants to start?”

- “Henry is pretty restless today, so if you guys don’t mind, I want to start”- JJ waved and showed everybody her present. 

“You have to guess who gave you your present,”- Emily explained and sipped her cup of coffee. 

- “Alright… let’s see… I got this envelope from my Secret Santa and… it’s just what I needed!!”- JJ smiled and nearly jumped on her seat

- “It’s a whole spa day!! Mom needs a day off when this pandemic ends!! thank you, Secret Santa!!” 

- “Who do you think gave you that?”- Penelope asked, and JJ looked at each one of her teammates on the screen.

- I’m gonna go with… Hotch, ‘cos I think he understands exactly what’s like being a parent in quarantine- Aaron chuckled and shook his head. 

- “Sorry, I would have given you that, though, but it wasn’t me.”

- “Then who?”- Rossi raised his hand and smiled

- “I noticed you were a little… stressed last time we talked. I thought maybe when this whole thing ends, you would enjoy a day to treat yourself.”

- “Thank you so much, Rossi. I really appreciate it!!”

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The whole team continued opening their presents and laughed, trying to guess who was their Secret Santa. Hotch got a horrible (and yet adorable) Christmas sweater with a gigantic Rudolph on it and a matching one for Jack. He guessed right away it was from Penelope. 

Hotch bought García a fantastic pair of high heels and confessed he had picked them himself. Aaron Hotchner had a pretty good fashion sense. Who knew? 

Rossi opened his present and laughed, shocked. It was one costly and hard to find Scotch bottle. He thought it was from Emily, but no, it was from (Y/N). 

- “I remembered you said it was your favorite, and I thought maybe you’d like to share it with us next time we have a real get-together in your house.”

- “It’s very nice and naive of you to think I might actually share this present with anyone”- Rossi smiled and waved at the screen- “Thank you, kid.”

Emily got a weekend in Vegas from JJ to make it up for the “Sin to Win” weekend she lost because of a case a few months before. And again, she refused to explain to the team what “Sin to Win” meant. 

Morgan got a life provision of baby oil to rub on his six pack and biceps each time he took his shirt off. It was a joke from Emily, and Rossi nearly had a heart attack laughing at it. Penelope wanted a demonstration, but Derek promised a private show. Prentiss also got him a new kit of tools for home repairs, which always came in handy for him… mostly to fix all the doors he kicked. 

- “And what did you get, Spence?”- JJ asked, now holding Henry in her arms, trying to keep him calm. Reid opened his present and smiled. It wasn’t a happy smile though, it was a “are you fucking kidding me?” smile.   

- “Dating for Dummies”- he said and showed the book- “And I’m pretty sure this is from Morgan.”

- “As soon as this quarantine ends, you and I are going to a club, so you better study that book, ‘cos I’m gonna make you put it on good use.”

Morgan joked, but after all those years, it just wasn’t funny anymore, not for Spencer, at least. 

- “And last but not least, what did you get (Y/N)?”- Penelope’s eyes were shining. She loved Secret Santa. She had forced Hotch to put on his sweater, and he was now feeling like a dork on camera. Garcia, of course, had taken many screen-captures to save that amazing moment. 

- “Well, I’m pretty sure this is from Spencer”- she smiled, ‘cos he was the only one left. He blushed and waved. 

- “I hope you like it”- (Y/N) unwrapped the present carefully and smiled, surprised. 

- “Where did you get this?”- it was an original edition of The Little Prince, in french. It was tough to find. 

- “You said you loved the book ‘cos your mom read it to you when you were a kid, so… I thought you’d like it.”

(Y/N) couldn’t stop going through each page, as a million memories of her childhood came to her mind. Her mother had passed away when she was in high school, and the book meant more to her than anyone could imagine. 

- “Thank you”- she whispered and bit her lip, making her best not to cry. 

- “Jesus Christ! When is he going to tell her he loves her!?”- Rossi nearly yelled. He was in the back of his office, pouring himself a glass of his Secret Santa present. 

The whole team stayed quiet, making their best not to laugh. Spencer wanted to die. He rested his head on the desk and controlled the urge to leave the conversation. 

- “Hey, Rossi… just so you know, you weren’t muted.”- Prentiss managed to say and chuckled. He looked at the screen and stayed quiet. 

- “Ok... I think I’m gonna go now. This Scotch is already getting to my head, so… see you guys!!”- Rossi waved and tried to leave. 

- “Fuck! I hope I didn’t ruin it for the kid. Well, someone had to say it anyway”- he whispered, embarrassed.

- “Rossi, we can still hear you. You didn’t close the conversation, just minimized it”- JJ warned him, and that time, everybody burst out laughing. 

- “Ok, I’m gonna go now…”- Spencer couldn’t even look at (Y/N) anymore. He just waved and closed Zoom. 

- “I’m gonna go too”- (Y/N) whispered- “I hope everybody has a nice holiday!”- she didn’t even wait for anyone to say anything else. She just left the conversation and walked to the kitchen to get herself a glass of water. 

What the hell had just happened? 

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Spencer had a panic attack. What was he supposed to do now? Confess his feelings? Rossi had already done it for him. Should he call (Y/N) and tell her it was just a joke? Tell her the truth? Invite her over for Christmas, again? 

- “Fuck!!”- he shouted and walked to his kitchen. Some whiskey Morgan left last time he visited was still there, and though Reid wasn’t much of a drinker, he needed one. 

He honestly had no idea what to do. He knew he couldn’t face (Y/N) now. How? he would fluster just to be in the same room with her. Rossi really ruined everything. It seemed it was the end of the world. 

- “I’m gonna have to quit, move from DC, change my name, start my life from scratch…” 

Yes, Spencer was making a drama out of the whole situation. But in his defense, he had never been in that kind of situation before. 

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It was eight pm when Spencer heard a knock on the door. He had been lying on his couch most of the afternoon, trying to read. Still, his mind kept coming back to (Y/N) and the embarrassment he felt after Rossi’s comment.

- “Hi”- (Y/N) whispered as soon as Reid opened the door, and his heart stopped- “You said I could come for Christmas… so…”- he stood still and just nodded. She was there, wearing a Dr. Who mask, with some snowflakes on her coat.  

- “Can I come in?”

- “Sure! I’m sorry, I just…”- Spencer moved from the door and watched her taking off her shoes, leaving a few paper bags on the table, and smiling at him as soon as she removed her mask. 

- “Can I wash my hands?”

- “Of course, the bathroom is…”- Reid stopped himself. She knew where the bathroom was. That wasn’t the first time she was there.    

While she washed her hand, he made his best to clean a little, folded the blanket on his couch, and piled all the books that were lying around. 

- “So… I hope I’m not interrupting anything…”- (Y/N) started apologizing again, but Spencer just shook his head. 

- “No, not at all, I just wasn’t expecting you to come after… what…”- he couldn’t even mention it.

- “After what Rossi said?”- she turned around and avoided looking at Spencer. She walked to the bags she had brought and started taking things out

 - “Should we worry he was getting drunk so early?”- she simply said, and Reid chuckled

- “I don’t know, maybe… what are you doing?”

- “Well… I’m not into chicken tandoori for Christmas, so I cooked some things.”

- “It smells delicious”- Reid smiled, and so did (Y/N), feeling her cheeks blushing. 

- “It’s mom’s turkey recipe, so it better be good”

- “Let me put that in the fridge”- Reid held the turkey, roasted potatoes, and many other things (Y/N) had cooked and walked to the kitchen. 

- “I also got you this”- (Y/N) giggled and followed Spencer. As soon as he left everything he was carrying, she put a Santa hat with red and white stripes on his head.

- “You look like the cat in the hat”- she joked, and Spencer laughed, feeling like the happiest nerd on earth. 

- “I’m gonna take that as a compliment.”

- “It is…”- (Y/N) stared at him and sighed, both of them smiling in silence for a second. 

- “Did you get one for yourself too?”- he finally asked.

- “Yes! so we can take dorky pictures and send them to Garcia, she is gonna love those”- she made a pause and bit her lips for a second. 

- “So… do you like Christmas traditions?”- she asked and looked down at her shoes 

- “Mmm, sure… like watching Home Alone drinking hot chocolate?- Spencer asked, thinking he hadn’t really lived many Christmas traditions growing up. However, he knew his mother had made her best to make him happy each holiday. 

- “Yeah… that and… maybe this”

(Y/N) took a mistletoe from her pocket and lifted her arm to place it right on top of their heads. 

Spencer didn’t move. He just wide opened his eyes, staring at (Y/N), who was now smiling, completely blushed. 

- “Since we are spending Christmas together, I thought… we… could…”- but she couldn’t finish talking, ‘cos Spencer leaned in slowly, very slowly until he reached her lips and kissed her. His hands cupped her cheeks carefully, and her arms ended up wrapped around his neck.  

- “Merry Christmas, Spencer”- she whispered, rubbing her lips against his when the kiss ended, but neither of them wanted to move apart.

- “Merry Christmas, (Y/N)” 

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