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erin-bo-berin · 4 years

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Thing 1 and Thing 2

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This was a requested fic of Garvez meeting Spencer’s twins for the first time and oh MAN did this fic make me want to incoporate Garvez more in future Spencer fics. I hope this incredibly fluffy, daddy Spencer fic will brighten your Monday. Happy reading!

Spencer Reid/Reader

Rating: G (fluff)

Word Count: 2,420

“Out of my way, I’ve got babies to see!”

You laughed, hearing the outburst of your friend Penelope Garcia coming from the living room.

You grabbed the dirty diaper you’d just changed and threw it out, picking up the cooing, wriggling baby off the changing table.

Two weeks ago, you and your husband Spencer welcomed two little bundles of joy into your lives. A set of fraternal twins, fondly known to his work family as the Reid Twins, had come into the world in the middle of the night.

Thankfully, with no complications you had been fortunate to avoid a cesarean and were able to deliver both vaginally.

At 3:33 a.m. Spencer Alexander Reid—Alex for short—had come into the world with a powerful cry. All 5 pounds 8 ounces of him was perfect.

Eight minutes later, his sister Abrielle Jade Reid—Abbie for short—followed. She was the quieter one, taking a few moments to begin to cry and with less volume than her brother. She was 5 pounds 3 ounces of perfection, as well.

Spencer’s coworkers had been dying to meet the babies, Penelope Garcia being the most eager. Spencer had refused you any visitors for at least two weeks. Labor had been rough, even though it wasn’t a C-Section, you’d had a lot of pain and newborn twins were definitely a challenge. Finally though, Spencer gave the green light for visitors and of course Garcia had to be the first.

You walked out to the living room, carrying Alex in your arms. There on the couch was Penelope and her boyfriend, another coworker of hers and Spencer’s, Luke Alvez.

It was no surprise that she’d already snatched Abbie from Spencer. You chuckled, greeting them.

“Hey guys.”

Penelope looked up, hearts in her eyes. You could tell that from across the room.

“Is that Alex? Let me have him too.”

You laughed, handing Alex to her as well.

“It’s like double the love! Double the cuteness!”

“She may have a brain aneurysm over all the cute,” Luke laughed.

“Y/N, you make the most beautiful babies,” she said, in awe as she stared down at them.

“Hey!” Spencer protested from across the room, “I helped too.”

“Yes but you’re already a pretty boy, your kids were gonna be beautiful regardless. Besides, Y/N carried them for the last eight months. I’m giving her some much needed credit.”

Spencer held his hands up in surrender, smiling. It would do no good to argue with Garcia.

“Keep an eye on her, she might try to slip one out with her when we leave,” Luke joked.

“I would if I could,” she beamed, “I claim babysitting rights.”

Garcia looked at you knowingly and you grinned.

“You will always be our first choice of babysitter,” you chuckled.

“I want to hold one of them, if that’s okay,” Luke said.

“Yeah, of course,” you nodded, picking up Alex out of Penelope’s arms.

“Do you even know how to hold a baby?” Garcia asked, brow quirked.

“No, but it can’t be that hard, can it?”

“It’s really not,” you assured, “But just don’t be afraid to hold onto them tightly because they squirm.”

You placed Alex in Luke’s arms and he held him awkwardly.

“Don’t be nervous. They can sense when you’re nervous and uncomfortable,” you said.

“Support his head!” Penelope said, “You’re squishing him.”

“No I’m not, look. He’s happy,” Luke grinned.

Alex’s hands were curled into tiny fists, resting on either sides of his face as he gave a big yawn.

“They’re a little milk drunk right now,” you laughed, “I made sure to feed them before you came over so they wouldn’t be as cranky.”

Alex’s eyes opened, staring at Luke, his brows creased as if confused.

“Yeah you don’t know that face, do you?” Penelope cooed to him, “That’s uncle Luke and I’m auntie Penelope.”

She tickled one of his feet with her free hand.

“These kids are going to be so spoiled by you alone, Garcia,” Spencer said.

“Of course! It comes with the territory of being an auntie,” she scoffed.

Abbie stretched and wriggled in Garcia’s arms, beginning to fuss.

“Oh I’m sorry, sweetie,” she cooed, repositioning Abbie in her arms, “I wasn’t paying any attention to you and that’s not cool, is it?”

“Dude, how the heck did you manage twins?” Luke asked, incredulously.

“Actually,” Spencer began, but you interrupted him.

“Don’t get him started. I asked him the same thing a few months ago and ended up learning more about sperm than I ever thought I’d know.”

“Hey, you asked,” Spencer shrugged.

Alex gurgled in Luke’s arms and he looked up, wide eyed.

“What’s wrong? Is he okay?”

“Relax,” Garcia side eyed him, “He’s just making baby noises.”

“What is it with men and panicking at their every sound?” you asked, flabbergasted.

“I feel like there’s a story behind this,” Garcia looked just as amused as she sounded.

“Oh, there is.”

You sat down in one of the arm chairs across from them, ready to tell your story. Spencer already looked sheepish before you even opened your mouth.

“A couple of weeks ago, when they were only a day or two old, I had finally gotten them to sleep and had just gotten to sleep myself when apparently one of them made some sort of noise. Spencer practically pounces on me, afraid something is wrong with one of them. They were literally just sleeping.”

Penelope cackled, Luke looked amused and Spencer looked even more sheepish, if that was possible.

“What did you tell him?” she asked.

“Well in my defense, I was sleep deprived, sore as hell from childbirth and cranky so I told him that they were sleeping and to go back to bed before I knocked him out with my fist.”

This time both Luke and Garcia died laughing.

“Hey, so I was worried! They’re my first kids. It’s not like they come with instructions,” Spencer protested.

“Ah man, that’s hilarious,” Luke grinned.

“Hey Spence, remember when you were so terrified to hold Henry when he was born?” Garcia asked.

“No way. Really?” You looked from Garcia to Spencer, curious.

You hadn’t met Spencer until five years ago. After dating for two years, you got married. So most of his early days at the BAU were stories to be told to you.

You loved Jennifer Jareau’s sons, Michael and Henry. Spencer, of course, was their godfather. He was amazing with them and loved those kids like they were his own, so you knew he’d be an amazing dad. It was just hard to believe there’d been a time when he was actually afraid to hold a baby.

You and Spencer had been dating about a year when JJ’s second born, Michael, had arrived. You clearly remembered Spencer holding him with no issue. Apparently, he’d come a long way.

“Oh yeah, JJ put him in Spence’s arms and he looked like a fish out of water, he didn’t know what to do. Ironically, he was a natural and Henry was such a laid back baby,” she answered.

“Dude, I’m telling you, your genes are strong,” Luke commented, looking back and forth between the twins, “They look exactly like you.”

“Unfortunate, isn’t it?” Spencer teased.

You hit his stomach lightly.

“They’re adorable, hush.”

“Never said they weren’t,” Spencer beamed.

“How do you guys tell them apart?” Luke questioned.

Garcia stared at him blankly before turning to look at you.

“You see what I have to deal with?”

You couldn’t help it, that made you laugh. You were still partially giggling as you tried to answer him.

“Alvez, they’re fraternal twins. Besides, one’s a boy and one’s a girl?”

“Yes, I realize that, but right now they both have short, fuzzy hair, wrinkles and squirm. They look exactly alike. If it wasn’t for the pink and blue clothes, I wouldn’t know who was who without taking their diaper off.”

“Don’t worry,” Garcia assured you, “When I babysit them, he’s not touching them.”

“I’m just saying! Spence, help me out here,” Luke pleaded.

“You’re on your own for this one,” he smirked, “Besides, when they’re your own kids, you can tell who is who. There’s actually plenty of accounts of mothers who have said they can tell their identical twins apart from as early as the day they were born.”

“So in hindsight, let’s just hope you don’t have twins when you two have kids,” you said.

“Oh no. No kids for a long time. Between Henry, Michael, Roxy and now these two, we’ve got our hands full,” replied Luke.

“I’m definitely going to be getting my allotted baby snuggles and cuteness in for a while with these two,” Penelope grinned, playing with Abbie’s hand.

“Oh my goodness,” she suddenly looked up at you, “We’ve been talking all about the babies and I haven’t even had the chance to ask about you. How are you, mommy?”

You grinned, appreciating Garcia’s concern for you.

“Sleep deprived. Ice packs are a wonder right now.”

Garcia nodded, “That was JJ’s recommendation, I remember that.”

“All in all, pretty good. They’re quite laid back. But man, when they’re hungry they’re little terrors. They want food now.”

“Sounds like dad,” Luke quipped with a smirk.

“What? I’m not like that!” Spencer protested.

“Spence, you get hangry. You kinda are,” Garcia nodded.

Just then, Abbie started to wail.

“Well that’s my cue,” you said, moving to stand up.

“No ma’am. You rest,” Garcia ordered, “It feels like she needs a diaper change. I got this. You. Stay.”

She pointed her finger at you like an owner teaching its dog to stay.

“Yes ma’am,” you grinned, sitting back.

“We’ll be back,” she said, Abbie’s cries fading as they disappeared down the hallway.

“Would you like a beer, Luke?” you asked.

“I thought you didn’t drink?” Luke glanced at Spencer questionly.

“I don’t,” he confirmed, “Doesn’t mean I don’t keep stock for our guests though.”

You were aiming to get one from the kitchen, when this time it was Spencer who ordered you to sit.

“Okay, okay I get the picture guys,” you shook your head, amused, but grateful.

“You need to rest anyway. Your body is healing, Y/N, let it.”

Spencer kissed your cheek.

“Just relax. You’ve got help right now anyway, take advantage of it.”

You nodded and settled back as you watched the two men—plus Alex, still in Luke’s arms—disappear into the kitchen.

•

Spencer opened the fridge, grabbing a bottle of beer for Luke. It was one of his buddy’s favorite brands.

Luke noticed and grinned big.

“You know me well.”

Before he could hand the drink to Luke, Alex started fussing.

“Oh. Nope, nope. Once they start crying, they go straight back to mommy or daddy,” Luke said, passing him back to Spencer.

Spencer smiled, settling Alex against his chest. Alex’s tiny fist laid against Spencer’s throat, his head comfortably nestled on his chest. With the other hand, he handed the beer to Luke. He took it with an appreciative thank you.

“So, wow. You’re a dad now. I mean I knew you’d make a great dad, it’s just weird, now that they’re here.”

“I know,” Spencer smiled, looking down at Alex, almost asleep on his chest.

He ran a hand over the baby soft tufts of deep brown hair that he’d been born with and kissed him on the head. There really was nothing like the feel and the smell of a new baby. It was a slight mixture of formula—or breast milk, depending on the situation—baby soap and baby powder wrapped up with the smell of sunshine. Spencer realized how crazy that sounded, but maybe it was just the overwhelming happiness and probably exhaustion that made him think of that.

His newborn twins had the softest skin too. Their tiny hands and feet still slightly wrinkled and pink from birth, something that was slowly turning normal the more they were out of the womb and in the world. Their cheeks were so smooth and it always amazed him when he ran a finger over them, stroking them as they slept or as they looked up at him. Their heads, more normal shaped than coned now, due to birth, had the downy soft hair that only adults could wish for. It was the perfect place to kiss them repeatedly, whether it was in comforting them or just to express his love for them.

“It’s so different when they’re still hiding behind layers of skin, fat and muscle. Still hiding from the world, even if their presence is known,” Spencer chuckled.

“Are you doing good then? Adapting okay?” Luke asked.

“It’s a change, especially with two, but I love it. I’m telling you, you and Garcia should at least have one someday. It’s such an amazing feeling watching your child, or in my case, kids,” he paused, grinning, “Come into the world. Then having them peer up at you when they finally open their eyes long enough to check things out. Their little hands wrapped around your finger so tightly as if they’re afraid you’re gonna go somewhere.”

Luke smiled.

“Yeah, you’ve definitely embraced the whole thing, I can tell.”

“Watch out, by next week I’ll be in a daddy and me group,” Spencer joked.

“Touché,” Luke raised his bottle, taking another swing of beer, “You know the team is gonna be all over these little ones when they meet them.”

“Well, at least there’s a lot of helping hands,” Spencer said, moving towards the swinging door.

“You got that right.”

Spencer and Luke left the kitchen, heading towards the living room when they were stopped by Garcia.

She shushed them.

“If you dare wake her up, I’ll come after both of you,” she threatened.

Spencer peered over Penelope’s head and saw Y/N sprawled across the arm chair, head in her hand, fast asleep.

“Here, let me take him too. I was going to take them to the nursery and hang out with them there so she can sleep. Come on, Luke,” Garcia motioned first him to follow her.

“I’ll be right there,” Spencer said.

He waited until they walked off before tiptoeing into the living room, grabbing a blanket. He gently laid it over her before kissing her head.

“Sweet dreams, baby girl.”

He silently left his wife sleeping and headed to the nursery, back to his friends and his two little bundles of joy.

It was then he couldn’t help but think just how lucky he really was.

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adventuresoftheordinarysort · 4 years

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A List of My Fics (By Fandom and Ship)

Hi all! Thought I’d make a list of the fics I’ve written over the years. I’ve done Kingsman, Witcher, and Merlin.

Merlin

Merlin/Arthur

Protect You Anyway

Merlin accidentally reveals his magic to Arthur. It goes about as well as he can expect. Only Arthur is still furious about the lies between them, and refuses to let Merlin back into his role as manservant. So Merlin requests to be made a knight. If Arthur can't trust him to be a friend, at least Merlin can continue to save his life. Their friendship hangs in the balance, and it is unclear whether they are going to come through on the other side stronger than ever, or broken beyond repair.

Across a Dream

Arthur repeals the ban on magic almost as soon as he becomes king, but things don't really change for Merlin. He knows that if Arthur ever found out about the lies, he'd never be forgiven. So he keeps his magic hidden just like he did before. Then to mark the one year anniversary of the repeal, Arthur hosts a ball. Merlin decides to disguise himself, and go to the ball as Emrys to keep an eye out for his friend. The idea is only partly motivated by jealousy.

Merlin/Morgana

Look Out for Her

Merlin makes a different choice. He teaches Morgana himself. It takes them to a little cottage, and for nearly two years the two of them keep Arthur safe. Together.

Witcher

Geralt/Jaskier

All Unwoven

Jaskier cares for Geralt after they are attacked by bandits. Geralt knows he isn't getting the full story of how exactly they escaped, but Jaskier isn't ready to talk about it yet. But when a bard at a tavern sings a song recounting the events, Geralt gets the full story.

Curse is as Good as A Kiss

Jaskier insults a creature he really shouldn't, but thankfully she is amused by it. In return she grants him a rather interesting gift.

What Happens at the Coast

Before the final trial to become Witchers, the entire class of Witchers is allowed to spend two moths away from Kaer Morhen. It gives them a chance to explore the world around them, and gives them one last chance to back out of training. It is Geralt's turn to explore, and he rides to the coast, and he meets someone.

It’s Been Thirty Years

Geralt and Jaskier have been traveling together for almost thirty years. Jaskier has been flirting with him since day one. Geralt is oblivious to it all. It's really rather annoying.

Navy Blue Isn’t a Color

Yennefer and Jaskier get invitations to attend the masquerade wedding of a royal. Unfortunately, Jaskier slept with the bride several years before, and he is worried about her intentions for hiring him as an entertainer. He brings Geralt for protection, but Geralt doesn't quite grasp the concept on anonymity. A joke goes too far, and Geralt's feelings are hurt. Thankfully Jaskier knows how to make it up to him.

Black Sun Princess

Geralt tells the tale of Renfri to Jaskier, and Jaskier does what he does best. He writes a bop.

That’s Not How Kissing It Better Works

A faerie queen has sex with a human. Almost fifty years later Geralt, and Jaskier have sex. This leads to Jaskier learning something rather interesting about his heritage.

Gen

Friends... Sort Of

Geralt leaves Yennefer and Jaskier alone while he goes on a hunt. Sounds like a recipe for disaster, and chances are they'll kill each other. In the end, it is much worse. They become drinking buddies.

Kingsman

Merlin/Eggsy

Unexpected Inheritance

Merlin inherits a large estate in the Scottish Highlands, completely out of the blue. In order to renovate the property he must leave behind London. Doing so, also means he has to leave behind his daughter Abby's nanny. Eggsy gets kicked out when Dean blames him for a deal gone south, and now he needs a new job so he doesn't spend the rest of his life on Jamal's couch.

Harry/Eggsy

By the Sword and Ring

The last thing Eggsy expects upon being chased out of his village, is to wake up in a nomadic village. Soon he finds himself in a world of magic as he trains to be Lord Hart's battle mage. With war brewing on the border, he is drawn inexorably closer to evil itself.

Eggsy/Jamal

We’re Getting Married

Eggsy gets it into his head to make a quick buck by sending out wedding invitations to local millionaires, and billionaires, and selling off the expensive wedding gifts he's given. Jamal agrees to be listed as the husband-to-be on the invitation. All is going according to plan until Harry Hart RSVPs yes. Then Eggsy, and Jamal are left scrambling to pull a wedding out of their asses.

Might Need Glasses

Eggsy gets a job at Kingsman tailors, but can't get passed the point in his training where he needs to thread a needle. Harry suggests he might need glasses. Jamal has a particularly strong reaction.

One Day

Growing up Jamal and Eggsy always said they would move out of the estate and live together. Maybe in a house made of cheese. Eggsy intends to make it happen.

Harry/Merlin

Why a Toad?

Harry and Merlin’s twenty-seventh anniversary is fast approaching. Merlin knows exactly what to get his husband as a gift this year. It just takes a little adventuring to find it.

A Thief at Hand

The enterprising Dean Baker has started butting into Kingsman territory. While it would be fairly easy for the Kingsman to wipe out his network it would be messy and expensive. So they host a peace summit in the hopes of distributing territory enough to keep Baker out of their hair. In the process, a young thief is traded over to Kingsman.

Harry/Merlin/Eggsy

There Go the Lights

Eggsy is home late because of a rain storm sweeping through London. When he gets home, the power goes out. Thankfully he has Harry, and Merlin to keep him warm.

Devil Makes Three (High Seas Pt. 1)

Merlin was betrayed thirty years ago. Now he has finally caught up with the man who betrayed him, and the crew they worked with. When he gets taken prisoner, his world view is challenged by a young man he meets, and things get complicated.

Getting Back what was Lost (High Seas pt.2)

Merlin has been with the Kingsman Pirates for some time now. His relationship with Harry, and Eggsy is strong. Eggsy wants to give Merlin back a piece of what he lost during his time in the Navy. (You do not need to read part one to understand this part.)

Days of Future Flowers (co-author @anarchycox)

Set sometime in the future, Eggsy's implants and mechanical body parts need upgrades and care that he just can't afford. He does a few shady things and catches the eye of the cops. He runs and eventually hides in a flower shop of all places.

It will be the best mistake of his life.

Roxy/Gazelle

Climbing the Social Ladder (Social Season Pt.1)

Lady Roxy is destined to marry Princess Gazelle’s cousin, a dreadfully boring man. Despite this her visit to the kingdom has been quite pleasant. Except for that dreaded heat.

For the Love of a Country

Roxy is ready to take her rightful place on the throne, now that her grandmother is stepping down. The catch? She must marry first, and there's another woman coming for the throne. Can she navigate the political coup, and emerge with her heart intact? (A Princess Diaries 2 AU).

Roxy/Gazelle/Tilde

A Celebration of Marriage (Social Season Pt. 2)

Princess Tilde was once dear friends with Princess Gazelle when they were children. Although they eventually drifted apart, Tilde can't turn down an invitation to the upcoming wedding of her dear friend Lady Roxy and her old friend Princess Gazelle. However, Gazelle's 'traditional celebration' the night before the wedding is more than Tilde bargained for.

Tequila/Eggsy

A Time-Like Curve

When Eggsy is little he sees a painting in a gallery that looks oddly like someone he knows. When he grows up he learns about Kingsman. An agency of time travelers intent on keeping history from being destroyed.

Eggsy’s First Rodeo

Roxy drunkenly participates in the office's holiday party raffle. Her prize? An all expenses paid trip to a Kentucky Rodeo. She drags Eggsy with her, and as he finds out; Tequila does more than get you drunk.

Merlin/Roxy

The Fire of Winter Nights (ao-author @anarchycox)

English lady Roxy finds herself kidnapped and sold but the people who buy her are very different than the ones who took her. With the new people she finds friendship, hope, and maybe romance with the Chieftain Merlin.

Merlin is very enamoured of Roxy, but he has promised to return her to England come the spring. But each day he knows that it will be harder to let go.

Harry and Eggsy are so desperately in love with each other, and neither says anything sure the feelings aren't mutual.

It is going to be a long winter.

Roxy/Tilde/Eggsy

Tiny Dancer

Eggsy has been out of the whole dancing scene for a while and has very little intention of ever getting back out there. No matter how his friends and mother push him. When Roxy needs a partner for a performance at a charity event, Eggsy finds his good nature leading him back to the stage.

Gen

Bound by Your Word

Roxy runs afoul of a demon-worshipping cult. When she’s caught trying to dismantle the organization, they attempt a summoning ritual. Nothing goes as planned.

#bbc merlin #the witcher #kingsman

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spoookymuulders · 4 years

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you make my heart beat like the rain

read it on ao3 here total word count: 32,407 chapter word count: 2,772 WARNINGS: none for this chapter

chapter nine. your eyes look like coming home. in which they celebrate as a family.

November

Thanksgiving never gets easier. None of the holidays do, really, but Christmas and Thanksgiving are the worst.

This is their third Thanksgiving without Haley and their second away from the rest of their family. Hotch doesn’t have a family to go visit or to come visit them, and Haley’s father has never liked him (he made that clear the day they met), so he’d never even consider coming to visit. Jess would come, but she’s spending the holiday with her father and fiancee, so it would just be Hotch and Jack again if they hadn’t found the rest of their little family here.

He used to kind of hate it, having next to no one to spend their holidays with. But then they’d moved to Callahan, and met the rest of their little found family, and Dave had insisted that they join everyone for Thanksgiving at the ranch (not that it was his ranch to invite anyone to, but Spencer wouldn’t mind, Dave had assured Hotch when he had asked). And Callie is joining them this year, riding to the ranch with him and Jack, and just the thought of her makes his heart flutter which is something he still hasn’t addressed.

Callie is upstairs now with Jack, helping him finish getting his little tie on. He insisted on wearing it, telling his father he wanted to look more grown-up, and Hotch had indulged him without complaint or argument. Perching on the arm of the couch, he pulls the photo of himself, Haley, and Jack off the mantle, his eyes roaming over it slowly. Engrossed as he is in the photograph, he doesn’t hear Callie and Jack come down the stairs.

“Jack, why don’t you go grab the stuff out of the fridge, you think you can do that?” Callie asks softly, crouching beside the boy. He nods, grinning at her, and bounds away, leaving Callie to hover in the doorway of the living room. She watches Hotch for a moment, chewing at the inside of her lip nervously before calling his name softly. He doesn’t seem to hear her at first, but looks up when she repeats his name.

She pads into the room, brushing Hotch’s shoulder gently. He clears his throat quickly and looks up, offering a small half-smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. Callie moves her hand from his shoulder to cup his cheek gently, brushing her thumb along his cheekbone, and he closes his eyes, exhaling softly. He can feel a lump forming in his throat and he tries to swallow it down, tries to focus on anything else; the feel of the picture frame in his hands, the sounds of Jack in the kitchen, the scent of Callie’s floral perfume.

Callie stands with him like that for a few minutes, smiling gently when he lifts a hand to cover hers lightly.

“The holidays are hard.” He says quietly. Callie nods, stepping closer and Hotch reaches up to put the photo back on the mantle. She lets her hand drop from his cheek, but his fingers find hers almost absently, curling around them. “They hurt a little less, but they don’t get any easier.” He exhales unsteadily, wiping at his eyes roughly, and Callie brushes a hand through his hair gently.

“Aaron.” She says softly, her heart aching for him. Hotch’s breath catches in his throat - it’s the first time she’s called him by his first name. He looks up, his eyes shining with so many unshed tears, and as Callie wraps her arms around him he lets them fall, pressing his face to her shoulder. She steps between his legs, one hand cupping the back of his head gently as he cries, and she closes her eyes, resting her cheek to his hair. He sniffles and shifts after a few minutes, and Callie lets her hands slide to cup his cheeks as he looks up at her. Brushing her thumbs under his eyes carefully, she wipes his tears and gives him a small smile.

“You’re not alone.” She murmurs, searching his dark eyes. “You know that, right? I’m here. And everyone else, too, we’re here for you and Jack.”

Hotch offers a small smile and nods, brushing Callie’s wrists gently. Before she can think or talk herself out of it, she leans down and presses a kiss to his forehead lightly. Hotch closes his eyes, sighing softly as Callie steps back and lowers her hands to his shoulders.

“I’m gonna get Jack into the car. Come out when you’re ready.” She says softly. Hotch nods, watching Callie as she slips away and meets Jack in the hall, taking the pie tin from him. As they bounce out of the house, Hotch sighs again and looks up at the photo on the mantle one last time.

“You’d like her, Haley.” He says to the air, his voice soft. “Jack does. I do, too. I hope that’s okay.”

He closes his eyes, and for a moment he thinks he smells Haley’s perfume and feels the gentle brush of fingers against his cheek. When he opens them again, he is alone, but his heart feels lighter.

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Dean Martin is crooning from the record player in the living room, and Spencer has been banned from the kitchen with the reminder that last time he tried to help cook a holiday meal, they ended up having to order Chinese food. Zoe, however, is a welcome addition according to Dave. Finding out she had Italian blood on her maternal grandfather’s side had sealed the deal, and she hovers at the stove with a dish towel tossed over one shoulder, humming along as she stirs at the boiling potatoes.

“Let ‘em get nice and soft, they’ll be easier to mash.” Dave tells her as he passes. Zoe nods, smiling up at him, and catches Spencer’s eye with a raised brow as he pokes his head in.

“I’m just checking in.” He says, pouting at her. Zoe laughs softly and pads across the room, leaning over to peck a kiss against Spencer’s cheek lightly. He smiles at that, turning his head to catch her lips gently and leaning away when he hears Dave’s voice.

“Quit flirting with my sous chef!” He commands, waving his towel at Spencer. Spencer laughs, protesting that it’s his kitchen. “Not on holidays it’s not!”

Zoe giggles and waves Spencer out of the kitchen, watching him go with a small smile. Shaking her head fondly, she turns back to the stove.

“He treating you right?” Dave asks suddenly. Zoe blinks at the question, looking up and nodding. “Good. He’s a good kid, it’s nice to see him happy. And you.” Zoe smiles shyly, hunching her shoulders just so as she sips at her wine.

“He’s the best.” She says softly. Dave smiles a little and nods, leaning over to check on the turkey.

“Not much more we can do in here for now. Why don’t you go out to the living room?” He says, waving a hand. Zoe nods, setting her towel down and smoothing her skirt absently as she pads out of the kitchen. Spencer is in the living room, seated in one of the armchairs as he plays a game of checkers against Henry. Zoe perches on the arm of the chair and Spencer winds an arm around her automatically, his fingers brushing along her hip lightly.

Her heart flutters as she settles an arm around Spencer’s shoulder and plays with the ends of his hair gently. They haven’t exactly established what they are , but she’s okay with that for the moment. She’s been spending more and more time at the ranch, getting to know his routine here and helping with the animals, and they’ve been out on a handful of dates. He understands her need to take things slow and doesn’t push, and she appreciates that more than she can say.

The doorbell chimes cheerfully and she slides to her feet, squeezing Spencer’s shoulder as she slips away to answer it. When she opens it, she greets Callie and the Hotchners with a smile, hugging Jack tightly when he flings his arms around her waist. She rubs his back and watches him run off to find Henry and Spencer, turning back to Hotch and Callie with a grin. Hotch offers a small smile of his own as he slips into the kitchen to set down the food they’ve brought, and Zoe watches him go, brows furrowed as she glances at Callie.

“He’s having kind of a rough day.” Callie tells her softly. “We talked about it a little before we came. Holidays are hard.”

Zoe nods slowly, taking Callie’s coat and hanging it in the hall closet - she doesn’t know much about what happened with Hotch’s wife, only that she’s passed and he and Jack moved to Callahan not long afterwards. She and Callie stand side-by-side for a moment, taking in the domestic scene before them - Jack joining in on the game of Go Fish with Spencer and Henry, Hotch taking a glass of scotch from Dave, JJ and Emily chattering by the front window with Abby and Penelope - and Zoe feels her heart lift. She’s found a home she realizes - not just in Callahan, but in the people she’s come to think of as her family in the few short months she’s been here. She’s never really thought of home as being people rather than a place, but it makes sense in a way.

She’s always heard the saying home is where the heart is . As her gaze falls on Spencer and he looks up to meet her eyes, smiling warmly at her, she finally understands it.

****

They gather around the picnic tables Spencer has outside on the patio for occasions like this, everyone talking and laughing while they set food out. Once everyone is settled, Dave stands at the end of the table, grinning broadly at all of them and announcing that they’re going to go around and say what they’re thankful for. Matt and Kristy are thankful for each other and their family’s health, Luke is thankful for Roxy, Hotch is thankful for Jack and the people he’s growing up with. They continue around the table like this and Zoe, seated between Spencer and JJ, feels a lump in her throat as her turn nears.

When JJ finishes telling everyone how thankful she is for Will and Henry and everyone’s eyes fall on Zoe, she clears her throat quietly and shifts in her seat. Spencer squeezes her knee under the table and she shoots him a small smile, fiddling with her napkin absently.

“I’m thankful for..” She pauses, looking around the table and swallowing tears. “I’m thankful for all of this. For the opportunity of this new job, for moving here, for meeting all of you. For being surrounded by people I love.” A stray tear drips down her cheek and she laughs sheepishly, wiping it away quickly. Spencer smiles gently, winding an arm around her shoulder and kissing her temple lightly before taking his turn. JJ squeezes her arm and smiles. Zoe sniffles quietly and returns the smile, leaning into Spencer lightly as he talks.

Dinner passes without incident, and Zoe feels herself opening up more and more as their meal goes on. Everyone is cracking jokes and laughing brightly and chattering eagerly about other plans they have. Zoe is in the middle of it all, in the middle of this strange little found family that they’ve all created together, and she loves it.

Once everyone has left for the evening and Zoe has showered, she pads into the bedroom and collapses next to Spencer, and scoots as close as she can, tucking herself into his side. He wraps an arm around her as he sets his book aside, glancing down at her with a smile. She returns it, leaning up to peck his cheek gently and resting her head against his chest. He brushes his fingers through the ends of her two carefully plaited French braids, humming.

“I’ve always been intrigued by braiding.” He muses suddenly, and Zoe laughs softly.

“What a strange thing to be intrigued by.” She teases gently. Spencer removes his fingers from her hair to poke her side once, grinning when she giggles.

“I just think they’re interesting.” He says, shrugging one shoulder carefully, his fingers finding their way to the end of a braid again. “There are so many different kinds. And people do so much with them - braiding hair, weaving. Friendship bracelets.”

“I’m gonna make you a friendship bracelet.” Zoe says, looking up at him. He laughs softly, nodding.

“I’ll make you one too. But you’ll have to teach me how to do it.”

“I think that can be arranged.”

They lapse into silence, the crickets and their slow, steady breathing providing a gentle soundtrack to the night.

“I’m thankful for you.” She says after a few minutes, her voice soft in the quiet night air. Spencer glances down at her and tips his head as she continues, cheeks flushing. “I’m thankful that you’re so patient and kind and gentle. And that you make me feel safe.”

Spencer watches her for a moment, then smiles tenderly. He dips his head, catching her lips and kissing her softly.

“I’m thankful for you, too.” He murmurs. Zoe smiles against his lips as he kisses her again, and decides that if home is a person, he is her home.

****

By the time they return to the bed and breakfast, Jack is asleep in the backseat, his head lolling to one side, cranberry sauce still smeared along his cheek. Hotch parks and climbs out, watching as Callie slides out of her seat and opens Jack’s door. She scoops him out of his seat carefully, shushing him softly when he stirs and humming to him as he settles his head against her shoulder. She smiles softly at Hotch as she carries Jack inside and up the stairs to his room where she lays him in bed. Hotch comes in as she’s taking Jack’s shoes off and setting them at the foot of his bed and hands her a washcloth. Still humming softly, she wipes the cranberry sauce off Jack’s cheek delicately, then settles the blanket over him and slips out as Hotch kisses his son goodnight.

They pad downstairs together, Callie stretching as they move onto the porch. She looks up at Hotch with a small smile, nudging him lightly.

“Thanks for letting me ride with you.” She says softly. Hotch nods and leans against the railing, watching the stars wink in the sky before turning his gaze back to her. She rocks on her feet for a moment, fiddling with the hem of her jacket and clearing her throat. “I should head home, it’s late.”

Hotch nods again, still watching her.

“If you and Jack wanna hang out again, gimme a call.” She says with a small smile. Another nod. Callie nods back and zips her coat halfway before heading for the stairs. Before she steps down, Hotch reaches out and catches her wrist gently. She looks up, biting the inside of her lip as he watches her.

“Don’t go.” He says softly. Callie moves to stand in front of him and he releases her wrist, letting his fingers tangle with hers instead. “Stay with us. With me.”

Callie smiles tenderly, squeezing his fingers gently, and nods. She moves to stand between his legs like she had earlier, and his fingers untwist from hers, his hand coming up instead to tuck a lock of hair behind her ear as it flutters in the wind. His palm settles against her cheek gently, his thumb brushing along her cheekbone as he leans closer.

“Stay with me.” He breathes again.

“As long as you want.” Callie whispers.

His other hand comes up then, cradling her face between them delicately as he kisses her. She sighs against his mouth, her hands settling against his broad chest as his slide from her cheeks. He pulls her closer, presses her flush against him, his hands splayed against her back. The butterflies that have been building in his stomach for months now explode into a full-on swarm, and he thinks that if he’s not careful, they could lift him right off the ground.

He’d be okay with that, he thinks as he pulls back to catch his breath and Callie looks up at him with a soft smile. She holds his heart in her hands, he realizes, and as he leans down to kiss her again, he decides that he’s absolutely and perfectly fine with that.

#mine*#tiny town au #au: electric love #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid x oc #aaron hotchner fanfic #aaron hotchner fanfiction #aaron hotchner x oc #criminal minds fanfic #criminal minds fanfiction #i love this chapter sm 🥺

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Lay Here In My Arms (5/14): Passionless, Passionate

Summary: It's Jabby time! If you haven't yet, please read 'Fresh Pickled Toads', it introduces James' asexuality and a bit of Abby. I've put a reminder note in the text where it will be useful to see :)

Pairing: James Sirius Potter/ Abby Wood (Fading Scars)

Read it on AO3

James didn’t meet Abby Wood until he was thirteen.

Mum and Dad were still friends with Oliver and Katie, but the Woods weren’t often home; they both travelled for Quidditch (both played for Puddlemere, which made commentary interesting), and took their daughter with them. They didn’t come back much, and apparently Abby had a private tutor for her lessons.

When they finally met, it was at the Quidditch World Cup. Abby was almost as tall as her mother, but she was still shorter than James. She sat beside him during the first match of Wales against Japan, but she didn’t seem very focused on the game. Instead, she showed James her latest knitting project and they talked about Wales’ Keeper, who did some beautiful Potions work when she wasn’t playing.

After the game, they were sent to get water by their parents. James walked beside Abby, wondering what to say.

“Is it nice, travelling all the time?”

Abby shrugged. “It’s okay, I suppose. I’d love to go to Hogwarts, but Mum and Dad reckon that I can start next fall. I’m only twelve, and I’d miss them.”

“My parents are away a fair bit,” James replied. “Mum covers sports all over, and Dad has missions. But they’re home whenever they can be.” And of course, he himself was away for most of the year now.

“What position do you play in Quidditch?” he asked.

“I don’t really play one.”

“Well, of course you’re not on the team. I just mean—you must play with your parents for fun—”

“I switch around.” Now Abby sounded different; cross. “I’m not very good at any of them.”

“Oh. Well that’s okay, so long as you’re having fun.”

Abby slammed the bucket down. “I’m not.”

James looked at her in surprise. “You’re not? Well, why do you keep playing?”

“That’s a stupid question. Of course I have to play. My parents are both Quidditch stars, and they tour, and they’re making special allowances so that I can get an education and train professionally.” Abby sat on the ground. “I have to be good, and I have to love it, but I’m rubbish and I don’t like it at all.”

James sat down next to her. “I’ve never met someone who talks in italics,” he said, doing it purposely.

“Mum says it’s me being dramatic. But I want to be dramatic sometimes!”

James smiled. “It’s not a bad thing.” He tried to think of the right thing to say. “Have you told your parents?”

“They don’t believe me. Mum’s trying to talk Dad round to letting me go to Hogwarts. She thinks my trouble is that I don’t know enough people, or not enough kinds of people. But I’ve met loads of people at Quidditch camps and games and I like people, but I don’t like Quidditch.”

“What about it don’t you like?” James asked.

Abby looked up at him. “No one’s ever asked me that.”

“That’s a logical question!” James was flummoxed. “What do they ask?”

“When I’m going to change my mind.”

“Well, what don’t you like about it?”

Abby sighed. “I’m afraid of heights. That’s the first bit, but I’ve done my best to get over that, and I still don’t like playing. I suppose it’s the brutality. People just accept that terrible accidents happen, and it’s only a game!”

“Your father almost died during a game, didn’t he?”

Pain flashed in Abby’s eyes. “He collided with a Bludger. When he was getting well, he told me that he was glad he caught the Quaffle first! I don’t understand! There are things worth dying for; Quidditch isn’t one of them!”

“Maybe you don’t feel that way, but he does.” James saw the same fervour in his own father’s eyes sometimes. “We can’t criticize the passions of others, but it’s wrong to impose our own, too.”

Abby pulled at the grass. “Do you think you could help me explain all that? I just can’t fight about it again.”

“Sure. I like helping people.”

“Really? Abby picked up her bucket again. “Why?”

“I suppose I’m alive because people helped my Mum and Dad, even in little ways. And if I’ve learned anything from reading, it’s that when you see something’s wrong, you have to do something.”

After a long discussion that night, Oliver and Katie finally accepted that their only child didn’t like to play Quidditch.

“We still love you,” Oliver said. He was joking, but Abby burst into tears.

James left then, as a stunned Oliver held his daughter and Katie stroked her hair. He couldn’t help much more, and he had a feeling the family needed some time to sort themselves out.

In September Abby came to Hogwarts, and she was sorted into Gryffindor as a second year. James was curious about her, but he did play Quidditch and was in Charms Club and in the new Defence club and still read a lot in the library (and watched Roxy and Nat not-make-eyes-at-each-other), so he didn’t see her much.

But he and Abby did hang out sometimes with Hagrid, and he took them into the Forbidden Forest and introduced them to the centaurs. Abby was fascinated, and she ended up taking Divination and, when Professor Trelawney really couldn’t teach her much more, she followed Firenze into the Forest.

Abby found delight on the football field too. Dean Thomas called her the ‘best forward he’d ever seen’. James couldn’t join the team (too busy), but he came to every single game he could, and the two of them would play on the weekends sometimes, just kicking the ball back and forth and running.

And James slowly, slowly, painfully, found out that his own passion was not for the flesh. When he and Jenny Marks had sex, he did everything he could to make sure she enjoyed it, but when it was over, she frowned at him.

“What’s wrong with you? You don’t look happy.”

“You were great, it’s nothing. I’m just…not used to it.”

But it never got easier, and finally Jenny broke up with him, disgusted with his lack of interest. “You’re a freak, Potter. A damn freak, and you don’t deserve love!”

Albus and Company offered to curse her. James wouldn’t let him. Maybe he was a freak.

“She’s horrid,” Abby said. “Why did you date her in the first place?”

“She liked me,” James answered. “And she was different.”

Abby squeezed his hand. “I don’t think you really want different.”

(And this is where ‘Fresh Pickled Toads’ happened so go check that out if you haven’t read it)

After the big declaration in the hall, James took Abby by the hand and led her outside. “Are you sure?” he asked her. The scarf she’d made him was soft and fluffy against his neck.

“Of course I am, Jamie. Don’t worry, I love you.”

“Why do you love me?”

“You’re the only person that asks the questions I want to answer.” Abby laid her head on his shoulder. “I adore you, Jamie Potter. Now come on, let’s play football. We can skive off first period.”

“Neither of us have class, it’s not skiving.”

Abby transformed a rock into a football. “Don’t take the fun out of it, Head Boy.” She kicked the ball and started running, and laughing, James ran after her.

Everyone was delighted when James and Abby got together. The only people who felt mild panic were George and Oliver, who had a frantic consultation ensuring that yes, Abby was Oliver’s child, and in no way related to the Weasleys. When Katie overheard them, she nearly killed herself laughing.

“Abby looks exactly like Oliver, George! Don’t be stupid!”

“We had to check!”

“Have you checked Roxy and Freddie?” Oliver asked, nervous again.

That prompted another round of laughter from Katie. “Oh, I’m telling Angie!”

Abby and James never heard any of that conversation. They were busy being happy, and learning how to have a relationship that had none of the firsts of a conventional relationship. There were no bases, no fears of getting caught. They found other firsts instead; first time they slept through the night together (Abby snored); first time they danced on the Hogwarts roof together at midnight (James twisted his ankle and Abby had to carry him down to the Hospital Wing); the first time James was invited to Puddlemere United’s summer camp.

“I know you don’t want to go professional,” Oliver explained, “but I thought you might enjoy it, and it will give Katie and I some time to get to know you better.”

James came back from that week tired and feeling a bit like he’d been administered Veritaserum, but his goal shots were much stronger now and he understood Oliver and Katie much better. They were people who’d never envisioned children, but they’d had one and done their best. And in the end, Abby was happy and knew she was loved. Mum and Dad always said that was what was the most important thing.

Having a year apart from Abby while she finished school was difficult for James, but he pulled through. Always one to keep himself busy, he divided his time between volunteering at the women’s shelter and doing an apprenticeship at the Apothecary. He was the only one in his immediate family who genuinely enjoyed Potions, and it was the ingredients themselves that fascinated him. He dreamed of finding new uses, new ingredients, just as Grandmother Lily had. Just as Aunt Hermione experimented with now.

When Abby was finished with school, James was elated. They were still close, he still loved her, she still loved him. Abby joined him at the Apothecary; her interest was in the tools of the potion trade, and they made a good team. So they were happy.

Then Jenny threw a wrench into their lives.

She sent him a beautiful wedding invitation, announcing her nuptials to a man James had never heard of before. Abby had, and her lips twisted.

“He used to play for Puddle,” she explained. “He’s the stupidest person I’ve ever met.”

“Well, they’re happy,” James sighed. “Who cares, honestly?”

But he did care. Not because Jenny was getting married to someone else, just that she was getting married at all. Something didn’t feel right about that.

Abby turned the invitation over and growled. “She’s only invited you, Jamie.”

“Well I’m not going without you, obviously.”

“Look, Jamie.” Abby pointed to the sentences in Jenny’s handwriting.

Obviously you won’t want to attend, Jamie. I can imagine seeing something you’ll never have will be painful for you. Besides, it’s only a matter of time before your girlfriend realizes that you’ll never put out and leave you. I thought I’d send you the invite anyways, for old time’s sake.

“That’s it!” Abby snapped. She knelt.

“Abby, what are you doing?”

“Jamie Potter, will you marry me?”

James stared at her, positively stunned. “What?”

They called a family meeting. Freddie, Rita and Pierre came last, Apparating from France.

“You’re both far too young to get married!” Mum protested. “You know we don’t care if you live together; why not wait?”

“You can’t let some horrid monster like her decide how you live your life,” Lou pointed out. They were leaning against the wall. “Get married, don’t get married, but don’t just do it because of her.”

“We do love each other,” Jamie replied. “And I know we’re young—”

“Younger than your Mum and I,” Dad said. “And we got married quite young.”

“And do you regret that, Dad?”

“No, I don’t. I’ve never regretted that. What I do regret is thinking that marrying her was the best way to make our relationship permanent. That it was the ultimate way to show her I love her.”

“When really it was growing your beard.” Mum smiled and kissed him.

“Our grandparents got married young. All four sets.”

“That was almost forty years ago! And it was the middle of a war! Things are better now.”

“It’s more than that.” Abby was wringing her hands. “There’s another reason.”

“If you’re pregnant, you can still live together,” Aunt Audrey soothed.

“She can’t be pregnant by accident, I’m asexual!” James snapped.

“Right. Sorry.”

“Jamie, I didn’t just ask because of Jenny,” Abby said. “I asked because…because you do anything for what you’re passionate about. You rush in, you commit, you have mad schedules that don’t make sense to other people. I didn’t understand that when it was other people’s passions. But you…I am passionately in love with you, with our life together. And I’m ready to be married now, even tonight. I know I’ll always be with you. I want to do this. If you don’t want to, that’s okay. Really.”

James kissed her, because he couldn’t speak. When he did find his voice (and his breath), he added, “and, you know, if we’re both ready and it pisses off Jenny…why not?”

Mum and Dad looked at each other. So did Oliver and Katie.

“If that’s what you want, we’re with you all the way,” Mum said. “Just not tonight?”

“Of course not! I need to find a dress!”

The wedding took place two months later, just enough time for Abby to find the perfect dress (and for Rita to recreate it with dozens more sparkles and in bright blue), and for James to secure the purchase of the Apothecary. The owners were retiring, and some of the money that James’ ancestor had made inventing Sleekeasy went into buying the shop.

“We’ve got money of our own, son,” Dad said when he finished signing the papers. “Besides, I quite like investing in businesses. Just promise me you’ll keep Mum and I supplied with Pepper-Up Potion?”

James hugged him as hard as he could to reply.

There were some delays the day of the wedding; the first wedding in the family since Teddy and Victoire. Estelle insisted on having a dress that looked like Aunty Abby’s, the peacock Draco Malfoy sent for a wedding gift escaped and the cake Grandma Weasley had worked on so hard got dropped. But magic solved one problem, a careful broomstick search solved another, and Uncle Ron displayed grace under pressure and whipped up a second cake.

It was twilight when James and Abby walked through the fields of the Burrow together, hand in hand. Aunt Luna had released some twinklers, glowing birds from South Asia, and they darted around the two of them. Jamie pulled nervously at his shirt collar.

“Abby, are you sure?”

“I’m sure, Jamie. Really sure. Are you?”

"Yes.”

Those were the really important words, the most important vow. But they dutifully spoke the true ones a few moments later with their family watching. Abby had to hold Estelle, who was inconsolable without her aunt, but when James swept Abby into his arms and kissed her forehead, the little girl was quiet at last.

James and Abby went for a week to go adventuring, and found it in a Muggle rock climbing place. Abby was delighted with the sport, and when they came back she joined a club. James went with her once in a while, but he didn’t mind her being gone; it was good that she had friends, and it gave him some time to read through Muggle romance stories (which were fascinating to read, even the rubbish ones. Perhaps especially the rubbish ones).

One day, though, he asked her to stop.

“Are you lonely?” Abby asked immediately.

“No. I just…” James took her hands. “I was wondering, actually, if you would like to have a baby? I’m happy to have one with you, but if we’re trying to be pregnant then you’ll have to stop. Is that okay?”

“Are you sure?” Abby asked. “Sure, sure?”

“Completely. And I do know how to make sure you feel good, so don’t worry—”

Abby kissed him. “Let’s make a baby, Mr. Potter. I’m excited to have your baby.”

#harry potter fanfiction #harry potter au #james sirius potter #asexual character #fading scars verse #abby wood (fading scars)#platonic relationship #acme146 fanfiction #lay here in my arms #james sirius potter/abby wood (fading scars)#crosspost from AO3

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Tag Game:

Rules: Answer these 85 statements and tag 20 people

Tagged by: The lovely and talented @lipglosskaz for a little get to know me challenge. Thank You! <3

Tagging Lovelies: @demondetoxmanual , @jensen-jay , @artemiskitsune , @whoeveryoulovethemost , @solitude-am-i , @lemondropsonice , @heytheredeann , @savingpeoplegiffingthings, @demberly , @rizlow1 , @saucynewf , @misswhizzy , @jacklesonmymind , @lemondropsonice, @thejabberwock, @salvachester , @ladyroche , @envydean, @princejackles , @fawnjensen (Feel Free To Ignore This)

the last 1. drink: Diet Coke. Caffeine soothes the soul lol 2. phone call: My Mom 3. text message: Group Chat With My Bestie’s. We are Planning when we are all free to see the new Marvel Spiderman Homecoming movie lol. We are all Geeking out over it. 4. song you listened to: Moana - How Far I’ll Go by Auli'i Cravalho (Listen) 5. time you cried: I was watching the Izombie season 3 finale this morning and when Liv turned Ravi into a zombie I teared up. 6. dated someone twice: Yes 7. kissed someone and regretted it: Nope 8. been cheated on: Nope 9. lost someone special: Yes 10. been depressed: Yes. AKF 11. gotten drunk and thrown up: No, But I have thrown up from laughing to much many times. LoL.

3 favorite colors 12. Blue 13. Green 14. Purple

in the last year have you 15. made new friends: Yes!!! 16. fallen out of love: NOPE 17. laughed until you cried: Yes. All the time. 18. found out someone was talking about you: Yes. You just can’t let it bother you. 19. met someone who changed you: Do Fictional Charachters Count. Then yes lol. 20. found out who your friends are: I found this out in high school and we are still just as close. They are like sisters. 21. kissed someone on your Facebook list: Nope. I don’t use facebook that much.

general 22. how many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: Pretty much all of them. With a few exceptions who i’d love to meet. 23. do you have any pets: A Dog (Sadie) and Cat (Roxy) 24. do you want to change your name: No. Although I don’t like how popular my name has become. 25. what did you do for your last birthday: Went to a restaurant with my girl friends. 26. what time did you wake up: 9am Eastern (too early) 27. what were you doing at midnight last night: Watched The Amazing Spiderman movie 28. name something you can’t wait for: I need to plan something fun. 29. when was the last time you saw your mom: last night. 31. what are you listening to right now: My dog barking. She talks to me. 32. have you ever talked to a person named tom: I talk to Tom and Jerry every night before bed. lol. 33. something that is getting on your nerves: People spamming a character tag with negativity and not respecting that some people like said character on tumblr l. 34. most visited website: Tumblr and Youtube35. hair color: Dirty Blonde 36. long or short hair: Long. Time for a summer hair cut. 37. do you have a crush on someone: No One I can have in Real life lol. *coughs Jensen Ackles* 38. what do you like about yourself: Almost everything lol. I have excepted who I am. 39. piercings: ears. Though have not worn earrings in years so not sure if they are still pierced. 40. blood type: Good Question 41. nickname: Abby, real name Abigail Eve. (i just realized it sounds similar to Adam and Eve lol) 42. relationship status: single r 43. zodiac: Gemini 44. pronouns: She / Her 45. favorite tv show(s): Supernatural , The Walking Dead , The Flash , Merlin … too many lol 46. tattoos: No 47. right or left handed: ambidextrous 48. surgery: The closest thing is getting my wisdom teeth out. Not fun. 49. piercing: already answered??? 50. sport: Dog Walking lol. Way back in the day, I did Karate and Basketball 51. vacation: Unsure for now 52. pair of trainers: Dc Skater Sneakers ( I don’t skate though lol)

more general 53. eating: Homemaid eggplant Parmesan 54. drinking: Water 55. i’m about to: watch a movie 56. waiting for: Comicon spoilers for my fav Tv Shows. 57. want: Starbucks 58. get married: No 59. career: I have my own in house business sorta for animals, Dog walker Pet care, Babysitter. Still figuring things out really.

which is better 60. hugs or kisses: hugs 61. lips or eyes: eyes 62. shorter or taller: taller 63. older or younger: older 64. nice arms or nice stomach: Stomach 65. hook up or relationship: relationship 66. troublemaker or hesitant: I fall in the middle of them

have you ever 67. kissed a stranger: Yes (spin the bottle at friends party) 68. drank hard liquor: yes 69. lost glasses/contact lenses: both 70. turned someone down: yes 71. sex on the first date: no 72. broken someone’s heart: no 73. had your heart broken: no 74. been arrested: No 75. cried when someone died: yes 76. fallen for a friend: no

do you believe in 77. yourself: Yes 78. miracles: No. I believe in what I can see and science. 79. love at first sight: No. Life is not a Disney fairytale. Though imagine lol. 80. santa claus: No. 81. kiss on the first date: Yup 82. angels: No

other 83. current best friend’s name: All my friends are my best friends lol 84. eye color: Blue 85. favorite movie: too hard to choose

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