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the-modernmary · 3 years

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when you gonna take me out? || derek morgan x GN!reader

Summary: You and Derek have been flirting pretty heavily for the past few weeks. So when his first time asking you out doesn't go as well as planned, he's determined to get you to say yes.

Warnings: mentions of getting shot, allusions to smut

A/N: Chapter title taken from Aly & AJ's "Take Me Out". This was inspired by a scene from the show community, and also because derek morgan deserves more love

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“No, no, you see, asking somebody out is an art,” Derek explained to a very frustrated Spencer Reid. “And I think with a little practice, pretty boy, you could become a bit of a player.”

Prentiss, who had been listening to Derek trying to convince Spencer to let him be his wingman for the better part of an hour, scoffed from her desk. “Using a cheesy pickup line is an art now?”

“There is nothing wrong with a line!” Derek argued, leaning back in his desk chair. “It’s a knock at the door. And once they let you in, that’s when you strike.”

Spencer scrunched up his nose at Derek’s phrasing. “I think I’m going to leave the whole player thing to you.”

“Come on, Reid, it’s easy.”

“If it’s so easy, then why don’t you show us?” Prentiss shot.

Right at that moment, Garcia and JJ walked back into the bullpen, coffees in hand. “Show us what?” JJ questioned.

“Derek is trying to teach Reid how to flirt,” Prentiss explained. “But I think he’s just all talk. Come to think of it, I don’t think I’ve ever seen Morgan with a significant other.”

Derek rolled his eyes. “Hey, I don’t pry into your personal life?”

Garcia put a comforting hand on Derek’s shoulder. “Nobody can resist my chocolate thunder. I mean, look at him. He literally looks like he was sculpted by Michaelangelo.”

“I’m with Emily,” JJ chimed in. “I kind of want to see the Derek Morgan in action.”

Derek’s eyes scanned the bullpen until he landed on you, standing in the kitchen area and making yourself a cup of coffee. You were also a profiler, just on a different team that primarily focused on cold cases. It was no secret that you and Derek Morgan had been flirting pretty heavily the past few weeks — longing glances, pet names, and kisses on cheeks were just the start — and you both had a sneaking suspicion that there was an office pool betting on whether or not the two of you had already hooked up.

“Fine,” Derek said, standing up. “Watch and learn, Pretty Ricky.”

Derek sauntered over to the kitchen and leaned against the counter while reaching for a wooden stirrer. “Let me help you with that,” he offered.

You turned to look at him, a smile on your face. “Wow, what a gentleman,” you teased, but you handed your cup of coffee to him anyways. “I didn’t realize you knew how I take my coffee?”

“You learn a lot about somebody when you can’t take your eyes off them,” he pointed out. “Especially with the way you look right now. I mean, wow. Got a hot date tonight? Because he is one very lucky man.”

You arched an eyebrow in his direction. “Nope, no date.”

“Well, you do now, baby,” Derek grinned. “I’ll pick you up at 8:30.”

You stared at Derek, part amused and part incredulous. “Did you really think that would work?” you asked through a breathy chuckle.

Derek’s confident grin fell slightly as his eyes narrowed in confusion. “Wait, what?” he asked, unable to form any other words.

“Derek Morgan, I expected so much more from you,” you mused, snatching your coffee cup from his hand. “I know you can sweet talk better than that.”

It was Derek’s turn to raise his eyebrows, and he tried his best to ignore the barely-suppressed giggles from his teammates. “So is that a no?” he clarified, not used to the feeling of rejection. Although, it didn’t feel quite like a rejection, especially when you were smiling at him with just a hint of your tongue peaking out from between your teeth.

“It’s a… ‘better luck next time’,” you explained, taking a sip of your coffee.

Derek’s normal, confident grin returned to his face. “You’re saying I can ask you out again?” he clarified, because he did not want to be the guy who didn’t know how to take no for an answer.

You walked backwards to your desk, never taking your eyes off Derek. “Sure. It could be fun. But you’ll have to bring your A-game if you want me to say yes,” you told him, and oh, Derek Morgan loved a good challenge.

Derek walked back to his desk, feeling the stares of his teammates the whole way back.

“Like a knock on the door...” Prentiss quoted back to Derek. “So did you just get the door slammed in your face, or was nobody home?”

Derek scoffed and sat down in his chair, already coming up with all the new ways he could ask you out. He had been wanting to for a while, but the timing was always off. But now…

“Oh no, I’m in,” Derek promised, and his eyes were immediately drawn to you. He hadn’t been lying when he said that he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. “But I’m playing the long game.”

~~~~~~~

Derek and the rest of his team got pulled into a case shortly after, so you didn’t hear from him for about a week except for the occasional “how is it going?” text. They got back to the BAU in the middle of the day, but instead of heading straight home like the rest of his team, Derek made a beeline to your desk.

“Good morning, gorgeous,” he greeted, dropping a quick kiss to your temple. “Hope you didn’t miss me too much.”

A soft blush rose to your cheeks as you shut the file you were looking at, spinning your chair so that you could face him. “I missed you tons, as always. But you knew that.”

Derek’s eyes trailed up and down your body, and there was a softness to his gaze that you rarely ever saw from him. “Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?”

“Sore eyes?” you questioned. “I don’t know about that. Wasn’t there a meteor shower where you guys were at?”

“Yeah, but no meteor shower can compare to how beautifully your eyes sparkle.”

You tried really, really hard to hold in your laughter. You pressed your lips into a thin line and you bit the insides of your cheeks, but you were only so strong, and even Derek looked like he realized how cheesy and awful that line was.

You broke down into a fit of laughter. “I’m sorry,” you giggled, covering your mouth as you did. “I just — Did you google a top ten best pickup lines list on the plane ride back?”

Derek winced, but nodded in agreement. “That’s fair. Not my best work.”

“No, it was not, Romeo,” you said, patting his cheek. “But we’ll chalk it up to post-case sleep deprivation.”

“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” Derek grinned. “When the time comes, you won’t be able to say no.”

You laughed, throwing your head back as you did. “And I am eagerly awaiting that day.”

~~~~~~~

Two days later, Derek all but ambushed you at the elevator. As soon as you stepped out onto the 6th floor, Derek slung his arm around your shoulders, and used his free hand to carry your bag for you.

“Oh, this is exciting,” you mused. You reached your hand up to interlace your fingers with the hand that was draped over your shoulder. “What do you have for me today, baby?”

“I’ve been thinking,” Derek explained. “And you’re a modern, progressive, independent person. I think I’ve been going about this all wrong.”

You nodded in encouragement. He was so close, you just knew it. All he had to do was ask you.

“You don’t want to be dragged down by a bunch of strings. So how about you come over tonight, I’ll put on some mood music, light some candles, and you and I can have one perfect night of pure bliss.”

Or maybe he wasn’t as close as you thought.

“Nope,” you said, moving his arm off of your shoulders. You liked Derek Morgan, but you were not going to be another one of his one night stands. “Not gonna happen.”

“Better or worse than before?” Derek asked, already knowing the answer, and he handed your bag back to you.

“Worse. Much worse.” You paused and turned so that you were facing him. “But I like how forward you were. Keep that up.”

Derek smirked and leaned against the wall, his hands in his pockets. “Yeah? So should I keep those candles just in case?”

You pretended to think about it for a few seconds. “With your current track record, baby boy, the only place you’ll be using those candles is in your dreams.”

“You’re already in my dreams, hot stuff,” he promised you. “Every. Single. Night.”

Oh god, that was a very welcome image you would think about forever. You knew that Derek liked you, and you had had your fair share of fantasies involving him in some pretty explicit situations, but him fantasizing about you? It was almost enough to convince you to drag him into the nearest empty room.

Almost. Because if he wanted a chance with you, he was going to have to actually ask you on a date.

Instead, you blew him a kiss and left him with: “And I bet I’m even better than you can imagine.”

Needless to say, the both of you spent the rest of the day incredibly distracted.

~~~~~~~

By that point, pretty everybody on the 6th floor knew what was going on, and they were all invested. More betting pools sprouted up, and even some of the more reserved agents were putting in their two cents, albeit under the guise of disapproval.

That’s why, when a bouquet of flowers appeared on your desk one morning, it was all anybody could talk about as they waited for you to get to work. Even Rossi and Hotch had found an excuse to get themselves out of their offices and into the main part of the bullpen.

“They’re going to say yes today,” Penelope guessed. “They have to. Everybody likes flowers, and this shows the sweet side of my chocolate thunder.”

Prentiss scoffed. “I hope they don’t. I have twenty bucks on at least two more rejections.”

Rossi, who was sitting on the edge of a desk, shook his head. “These are your friends. Don’t you guys feel bad about betting on their love lives?”

“Says the guy who has fifty dollars on ‘they get drunk and leave the bar together’,” Hotch said, not even looking up at the file he was skimming through. Hotch was one of the only ones who hadn’t put money into this whole thing, but he was still very well informed. “You all should really hide the whiteboard the bets are on a little bit better.”

Rossi was about to defend himself when you walked through the glass doors of the BAU. A hush fell over the room and they watched as your smile melted into realization and then nervousness.

You walked over to the bouquet and gingerly took the card, but you didn’t even get to read it when the first sneeze came. Then the next and the next, and pretty soon your eyes were watery, your nose running, and your throat was so scratchy that you sounded like you smoked four packs a day.

You tried to focus on your work, but the constant sneezing and needing to get up to blow your nose was seriously disrupting your productivity. You could barely focus because it felt like a head cold that just wouldn’t go away. Your pollen allergy was something you’d had your whole life, and when they hit, they hit bad.

The flowers were gorgeous and such a sweet gesture, but you didn’t even have the chance to really appreciate them while you could barely breathe through your nose. You were sure you were just a distraction

A hand on your shoulder made you jump, and you whipped around to see Hotch looking down at you with concern. You sighed. “I’m sorry, Agent Hotchner,” you said, your voice nasally. “I usually keep allergy meds in my bag, but it’s not pollen season and I—”

“Go home, agent,” Hotch interrupted you gently. “Get some rest. You can come back tomorrow when you feel better.”

“No, m’fine I just need to—” You cut yourself off this time with another sneeze, and then all you could do was agree with Hotch. “Yeah, I’m gonna go home. Thank you.”

You took the bouquet and walked over to Penelope, handing the glass vase over to her. “Will you please tell Derek that these are beautiful and that I’m so sorry—” You sneezed three times in a row, and by then you were too exhausted to even try talking anymore, so you just groaned and waved goodbye to the rest of Derek’s friends before dragging yourself out of the bullpen.

The next thirty minutes went on as usual, until Derek walked into the bullpen. He had been gone all morning doing a profiling seminar for academy recruits, so he had missed your quick descent into your allergic reaction.

His face fell slightly when he saw your empty desk, and it fell even more when he saw the flowers he had bought sitting on the corner of Prentiss’s desk and his entire team talking amongst themselves.

Derek walked up to them, a frown etched on his face. “Did they not show up for work today?” he asked.

“I sent them home,” Hotch explained, and if Derek didn’t know any better, he could have sworn that he saw the hint of a smirk on the corner of Hotch’s mouth.

Spencer’s smirk, on the other hand, was not even close to being hidden. “Hey Morgan, did you know that pollen allergies affect up to 20 million adults? And sunflowers and flowers in the aster family are considered some of the worst flowers for people who suffer with pollen allergies, since the pollen is so easily dispersed by the wind.”

Realization set in Derek and he cursed under his breath. You had mentioned once in passing that you liked the look of sunflowers, so he had assumed that those were the best flowers to get you. Clearly, he was wrong.

Noticing his dejected look, Garcia quickly interjected. “But they said that they’re beautiful and they looked like they really loved them,” she comforted. “And they wanted me to tell you that they’re sorry.”

Derek shook his head. How did he not know that you were allergic? That seemed like a pretty big thing. “No, they have nothing to be sorry for. I’m going to go wipe down their desk, make sure that it’s clean for them tomorrow.”

The team watched as Derek went over to your desk, taking his time to make sure that there was no flower residue left. They all quickly went back to discussing the bet, changing up their predictions now that they had more evidence to go off of.

Surprisingly, instead of going back to his office, Hotch spoke up. “Morgan isn’t used to being told no. He’s going to break down and beg.”

The team looked at Hotch incredulously. “I’ve never seen Morgan beg for anything,” JJ pointed out, and Hotch just shrugged.

“Well, are you willing to put your money where your mouth is?” Prentiss pressed.

Hotch sighed and shut the file he was holding. “I try not to make a habit out of betting on my subordinates' love lives.”

Rossi rolled his eyes. “He knows he’s wrong, he just wants to be a contrarian,” he told the team, baiting Hotch.

Hotch narrowed his eyes slightly. If anybody else had said that, he would have been able to walk away, but this was Rossi. So Hotch reached into his pocket and pulled out a twenty from his wallet.

“None of this goes on any sort of record.”

~~~~~~~

“Derek Morgan, you got shot?”

You stood up from your desk as soon as you saw Derek and his team walk through the glass doors. It was way after hours, but the news of a shoot out at their last crime scene got back to you, and there was no way you were going to be able to go home knowing that Derek got hurt.

The rest of the team all shared a glance and quickly dispersed, giving you and Derek as much privacy as possible.

Derek made his way over to you, trying to look like he was in less pain than he actually was. “Don’t worry, hot stuff,” he told you, slumping down into his seat. “It just hit my vest.”

You stormed over to where he was sitting, worry evident on your face. “Yeah, I’ve been shot in the vest before!” you reminded him. “It still hurts like hell! What were you thinking?”

Derek forced a smile and held your hand in one of his own. “Baby, I’m okay. Really. I could even show you, if you wanted proof. Then you can stare at my abs without feeling guilty.” He took his free hand and started to lift up his shirt, and you quickly yanked your hand away from his.

“Oh my god,” you groaned, already in the process of storming away from him. “I cannot believe that you are seriously hitting on my right now. You just got shot and you’re asking me out? Agh!”

You started to walk away but Derek caught your hand just in time, laughing as he did. “Okay, don’t go, I’m sorry. I just…” he trailed off, suddenly getting serious. “I just really needed to see your smile.”

You mustered up the best smile you could. “I’m so glad you’re okay.”

Derek let out a long, audible exhale. “So am I,” he admitted. “I’ve never been more glad to be here doing paperwork.”

You rubbed your hands on the tops of your thighs. “I have some leftover takeout that I had for lunch. How about I heat that up and we can share it while I help you with your work?”

“You don’t have to stay. I’ll be fine.”

You shook your head. “No, I’ll stay. I have nothing else to do.”

Derek grinned and kissed the top of your hand. “You’re too good to me.”

You smirked. “I know.”

Pretty soon, the two of you were hunched over his desk, sharing bites of dinner and chatting easily as you trudged through paperwork.

You quickly learned that he liked to read Kurt Vonnegut and that his eagle tattoo was because of a nickname he had gotten in college. You told him about your fear of the ocean and the time you accidentally set off your high school’s fire sprinkler system during chemistry.

It was nice to be able to just talk to him. It felt like you and him had been friends for years and years, not just the past two months. This Derek Morgan was different from any other version of him, and you loved it. If you didn’t already have the biggest crush on him, this just solidified it. You really, really liked him, and you really, really wanted him to just ask you on a date already.

As the night went on, the two of you had moved closer and closer, until your shoulders bumped and your legs were pressed up against each other. If you both turned your faces to look at each other, your noses would brush. And from there, it would only be a few centimeters until your lips would be on each other…

“Thank you for helping me with this,” he said suddenly, breaking you out of your fantasy. He turned towards you, and you could feel his hot breath on your neck, sending shivers down your spine. “You didn’t have to stay, but… it meant a lot that you did.”

You smiled and tried to control your erratic heartbeat. “It was no problem. I’m happy to do it, anytime. Are you feeling any better?”

“A little,” he admitted. “But do you know what would make me feel even better?”

You finally turned to look at him, and his face was so much closer than you expected. “What is that?” you whispered, unable to force yourself to speak any louder.

Derek’s lips quirked up in a smile and he moved impossibly closer to you. His lips were brushing against yours, and all you had to do was lean in just a little bit. Then he met your eyes, and they really did sparkle, and for the first time in his adult life, Derek lost all of his nerve.

“You could kiss it better,” he suggested. “Because you are much hotter than any of the EMTs at the scene.” Derek grimaced internally, knowing that he came off sounding like an asshole. All he had to do was ask you on a date. It should have been easy. So why couldn’t he?

You closed your eyes and sighed exasperatedly, pulling away. “Wow, fumbled at the five yard line,” you teased, trying to hide your disappointment. You had thought that Derek and you were really having a moment, but maybe he really just didn’t want strings attached.

Derek frowned slightly, but tried to laugh it off. It was the first time that he thought he actually had a chance with you, and he blew it. “Yeah, I guess I did, huh?”

You fought a smile as you stood up out of your chair. “Mhm. But there’s always tomorrow. And since you’ve had such a rough past few days…”

You spun Derek’s chair around so that he was facing you, and you placed your hands on the arms of his chair, leaning over him. The two of you kept eye contact for what felt like ten years, and his cologne was making you dizzy. Slowly, you pressed a lingering kiss right on the corner of his lips. Derek’s breath got caught in his throat as you pulled yourself away, albeit on shaky legs.

“And that’s all the lovin’ you’re getting from me tonight,” you teased.

Derek leaned back in his chair, his hand over his heart in what looked to be a dramatic display of affection. In truth, he was trying to calm his rapid heartbeat however he could. “Oh, light of my life,” he cooed. “That’s more than enough. It’s the only win I’ve gotten all week.”

~~~~~~~

It had been a few days since your night in the office with Derek, and he hadn’t tried anything, which worried you. He wasn’t avoiding you, and the two of you still exchanged pleasantries throughout the day, but he wasn’t flirting with you anymore.

Part of you wondered if you were too harsh with him that night, if you should have just kissed him and gone home with him. But within the past few weeks, your infatuation with Derek Morgan had turned into a full blown crush, as juvenile as it sounded, and you did not want to be another notch in his bedpost. So you were willing to wait it out, to see if you would actually say the words: “Do you want to go out with me?”.

As if you had summoned him, Derek Morgan wheeled his chair over to your desk and put down a coffee cup from your favorite little cafe in front of you.

“Iced vanilla latte with oat milk?”

“You know both of my coffee orders?” you grinned. “I’m impressed.”

“Consider it a bribe,” Derek said, and you raised your eyebrow as a response.

“A bribe?”

“Please go out with me,” Derek asked, trying not to sound as desperate as he felt. “Pretty please. This was fun for a while, but now you are the only thing I think about. I can’t do my job, and I can barely sleep. I feel like I’m going crazy. You are so hot and so smart and so funny. Please let me take you on a date.”

The smile that grew on your face was so big that your cheeks started to hurt. “I’d love that.”

Derek seemed shocked that his attempt actually worked, and he blinked a few times just to make sure he heard you correctly. “Seriously? It’s a yes?”

“Mhm,” you nodded, taking a sip of the coffee Derek got you. “You finally asked me. Of course I said yes.”

“All I’ve been doing the past few weeks has been asking you,” he pointed out.

You hummed to yourself as you scrunched up your nose. “No. You told me that we were going on a date, asked me to have sex with you twice, and the rest of the times, you just used pick up lines. This is the first time you ever actually asked.”

Derek stared at your wordlessly, his mouth opening and closing as he tried to figure out what to say. Finally, he landed on: “That’s all it took?”

“Yup,” you replied, popping the ‘p’. “Although, I do want to hear more about my eyes and the meteor shower.”

Derek let out a breathy chuckle, shaking his head as he did. “I will be sure to tell you all about it. And more. I’ll pick you up at 8?”

You were practically beaming as you watched Derek stand back up. “That sounds perfect. Oh, and Derek? I hope you still have those candles out and ready to use.”

“Baby, I never put them away.” Derek winked at you before walking back to his desk. Prentiss was mumbling something about owing Hotch money, but Derek was so high up on cloud 9 that he couldn’t be bothered to care.

“See Reid,” Derek said as he took his seat at his desk. “That’s what we call ‘playing the long game’.”

“Finally,” Spencer grumbled, his nose buried in some book Derek didn’t recognize. “Took you long enough to realize.”

Derek’s eyebrows furrowed together. “You knew?”

Spencer scoffed, flipping the page of the book he was reading. “I knew from the first time they rejected you.”

Derek leaned forward, placing his elbows on his desk. “Man, why didn’t you tell me?”

Spencer finally looked up from his book, his eyebrow quirked up. “You were ‘playing the long game’,” he quoted in a bad impression of Derek’s voice. “And since I’m running it, I get a cut of the entire betting pool, no matter who won, so it was in my best interest to keep it going as long as possible.”

Derek shook his head in disbelief. “I see. That pretty face of yours is hiding an evil genius.”

Spencer hummed in agreement and went back to his book. There was a beat of silence before he spoke again. “They want you to take them to that Mediterranean place two blocks down.”

“Okay, there is no way you know that,” Derek groaned, rolling his eyes.

“You don’t have to take my advice, but you should. Clearly, you’re helpless,” Spencer shrugged, and Derek laughed as he threw a crumpled piece of paper at him.

When Derek picked you up that night, he made sure that the flowers he brought you were hypoallergenic, and the Mediterranean place ended up being the right choice, not that he would ever admit that to Spencer.

And he did, for the record, make sure to set out those candles he promised, but at the end of the night, the two of you were too busy tearing off each other’s clothes to even bother lighting them.

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thebigoblin · 3 years

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Sterek Fic Recs Part 3

[You can find the first two lists here: Fluffy Sterek Recs & Sterek Fic Recs. Also here's a special fic, check it out]

First off, thank you all for a 100 followers!! As of September 7, 2021 you've made me feel really, really good about my obsession with two oblivious idiots (with sprinkles of the hale pack and other fandoms), and this is my way of thanking you ♥️

If you're on PC, you can see that there is a page dedicated solely to fic recs, which caters to other ships & fandoms too. So don't feel left out if you're looking for something other than Sterek!

Without further ado, let's get to it then!

an awful curse

Isaac is asleep in a chair. The angle of his neck makes Derek wince in sympathy.

"Isaac," Derek says.

Isaac snaps awake immediately.

"You're-"

"Where's Stiles?"

"Stiles?" Isaac asks.

Jesus. It's not like they know more than one.

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Peter’s new supernatural-friendly club - the pack had gone to the opening night party.

He unlocked his phone and opened the pack group chat, which Erica had affectionately named ‘Moon Sluts’.

>>Derek: What the fuck happened last night

[or: Derek wakes up with three things on his mind: he feels like he was punched by a troll, his mate is missing, and there's glitter covering his bed. Oh, and the pack group chat is mildly helpful]

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"Uh oh. I know that look.” Claudia shook her head.

"Don’t worry, Mom, ” Stiles said, reaching for his plastic Batman cup.

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Rude.

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Deaton's brow furrowed, all amusement vanishing from his face. "What do you mean?"

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Tumblr Prompt: Derek jealous of himself.

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What's a Secret Identity?

Stiles sipped at a mug of coffee, absently watching the news play in the break room. Because of course a news station couldn't play anything other than its own content, even in the one part of the office that was supposed to be a safe space from work. His interview with Superman was making a rerun and Stiles glanced at Derek before commenting absently, “I’d totally let Superman fuck me.”

Derek, who had been in the middle of a swig of coffee, choked violently, “That’s not something I needed to know at nine in the morning, Stiles.”

Stiles raised an eyebrow. “What time would you prefer I tell you about all of the things I would let Superman do to my body?”

AU, Derek is Superman | 7k | By Chrystie, imabignerd and kate882

i see that you've come so far [just like them old stars]

But her big brother’s unwillingness to touch anyone, like he thinks he doesn’t deserve it isn’t the only thing she notices. She also notices how Stiles doesn’t touch him.

Everyone reaches for Derek in some form or another, but Stiles- Stiles is something different altogether because he reaches for Derek but he never makes contact.

He’ll be trying to shimmy past Derek and instead of putting a hand on his arm like most of them do, he’ll reach out with a hand and stop it scant centimeters away from Derek’s skin.

Or they’ll be walking alongside each other and Stiles will hover a hand on Derek’s lower back.

It’s both fascinating and tragic to watch, like NASA lost control of one of their robots and instead of it landing on the moon it’s fated to gravitate around it.

AU - Canon Divergence | 2.3k | By crossroadswrite

Déjà Vu

There’s a shop in Beacon Hills that no one knows anything about except that the mysterious proprietor, a witch in whispered circles, knows what you need before you do and that the things given are always just what you need.

Derek, lost after a breakup, heads into the shop to see if he can find something to help him forget his ex. The witch gives him a potion to drink, and when Derek wakes up, he finds he’s sixteen again and there’s a new student at his school, Stiles Stilinski.

Everything is familiar and yet not, and Derek finds he’s strangely drawn to Stiles in a way that is entirely supernatural.

AU, Supernatural is Real | 8.8k | By gremlins-came-and-got-me and StaciNadia

Start Small, Like Oak Trees

The months following Allison's death have passed Stiles by in a haze of monotony. He sleepwalks through days that seem to lose their color, an unwilling passenger in a body he no longer trusts. Eventually, he thinks, he'll just fade away. He isn't sure anyone would notice. Then, during a spur of the moment grocery run, he stumbles upon Derek Hale attempting to console a lost child, and for the first time in recent memory the world doesn't seem so awful.

He's not sure what he'd been expecting when he eventually convinces Derek to move into the Stilinski's spare bedroom, but a newfound passion for weeding and topsoil certainly isn't it.

AU - Canon Divergence | 24.2k | By SmallBirds

Undercover K9

As it usually goes, Derek acts before he thinks. This time he has a good reason, though-it's all Stiles' fault. Mostly.

Or, that time when Derek volunteered to spend all his spare time as a wolf with the Beacon Hills Sheriff's Office K9 Unit, just to protect Stiles' dumb ass.

Future Fic | 17.9k | By Cobrilee

Rose Colored Glasses

“Obviou—um, what? Derek?” Stiles managed. “What? You’re not colorblind. You’re colorblind?”

“Yes.” Derek said gruffly. “And?”

“And? What do you mean and? You can’t see colors?” Stiles demanded, thrown. “Does it—what kind is it? Red-green? Blue-yellow? Why doesn’t—oh my god, is this why your entire freaking wardrobe was completely black until like two years ago? Oh my god!”

“There’s nothing wrong with having a favorite color, Stiles.”

Established Relationship | 2.2k | By SassyStarboard

1,460 Days (gotta clean my slate)

Two years after Scott becomes Alpha and Derek gives it up for Cora, Stiles gets hurt during a fight and ends up in a coma for two weeks. According to the nurse, a guy has been visiting him every day and, as much as he wishes it were Derek, it sounds a lot like Scott. Except he and Scott aren't even friends anymore.

AU - Canon Divergence | 10k | By army_of_angels

This is it for now. Happy reading y'all! ♥️

#sterek #my sterek fic recs #sterek fic recs #derek hale #stiles stilinski

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twink-appreciation-posts · 4 years

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Absolutely Not - Spencer Reid x Reader

chapter eight of “all bets are off”

do i sense some… possesive undertones coming from doctor reid? whatever. it doesn’t matter. you’re done with him anyway. it’s over.

warnings: SMUT, public sex, unprofessionalism, bondage, daddy kink, degradation, POSSESIVE sex

“Good morning, agents.”

“Hotch… too loud.” You mumbled.

“I agree.” JJ groaned.

You and your party-girls from the previous night were huddled around the coffee machine, grumbling about your hangovers.

“Why did we do that on a Sunday?” Emily asked, pouring herself a cup.

“Because we’re all masochists.” You replied weakly. Your morning had been miserable. You woke up with a pounding headache and you had to put on about a pound of makeup on your neck and chest again.

“Hey guys!” Spencer approached. You saw JJ glance at him quickly.

“Spence. About last night.. I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have gotten that drunk.” She apologized quietly. He shook his head and smiled.

“I already told you JJ, it’s okay. I was more than happy to get you home.” They exchanged smiles and JJ walked away, the rest of the woman following close behind.

“So, you making a habit of going to your female coworker’s houses late at night now?” You asked him. He seemed taken aback.

“What? No. What? Is that how you think of me? I didn’t- I wouldn’t take advantage of her, she was drunk-“ he began explaining frantically.

You felt bad, quickly explaining. “No, Spencer, it’s okay. I know, I know. I was joking. It was nice of you to take her home.” You assured him.

“Good. I don’t… I don’t want you to see me like that.” He sighed. “What did you do after I left?” He asked, moving on.

“Fucked a guy in the bathroom.” You said nonchalantly, testing him.

“Oh, I’m sure you did. Don’t think I don’t remember what you said last night.” He warned.

You found yourself falling into the trap again. Witty banter that would end with you pinned up against some surface and calling him daddy. Nope. Not this time.

“I really can’t recall. I was drunk, remember?” You shrugged, walking away before the situation could get any worse. He didn’t stop you, you noticed, as you made your way to your desk.

“What did you all do last night? You’re walking around like zombies,” Hotch asked you as you passed by him.

“Drank too much.” You sighed.

“And where was my invite?” Derek piped up.

You threw your hands up, a show of innocence. “Don’t ask me, ask your lover Garcia. She made the plans, I was just told to show up.” Spencer was back at his desk now, watching you. “Kid genius over here got an invite, though.” You directed Derek’s attention his way.

Derek walked towards him, giving you the freedom to finally take a seat at your desk. You spaced out almost immediately, mind wandering. What would have been said if you hadn’t walked away from Spencer? Did anything at all happen when he left the bar with JJ? And why the fuck did you give a shit? Self-reminder: you’re trying to let this go, not linger on it for the entirety of the foreseeable future. You were so busy scolding yourself in your head you didn’t realize that a box had been dumped onto your desk. Speak of the devil.

“What’s all this, Spencer?” You asked.

“Files.” He explained. “Files that I think need organizing.”

You looked at him quizzically. “I don’t think that organizing random files is a part of my job,” You stuck your hand into the box. “…This box is empty.” You stared at him blankly. He feigned surprise, causing you to roll your eyes.

He placed a hand on your desk, leaning over, his voice low and quiet. “In 10 minutes Hotch is going to have a meeting with Derek and Prentiss, I overheard them talking about it. JJ and Garcia will be in Garcia’s den going over the info for one of our old cases to make sure there’s nothing they’re missing to help the prosecutor of the unsub. Where do you think we should go?” You narrowed your eyes at him. If he thought he was going to get you to do… this with him again, especially at work, he must’ve been out of his mind. “You want me to choose? That’s fine. I’ll see you in the storage room.”

“No.” You said simply. “Not happening. No Bueno. Nada.”

He exhaled sharply, breath fanning out over the back of your neck. “See you in 10, agent.”

You were making a bad decision. You knew that. So why, then, were you walking towards the storage room when you noticed the bullpen was almost completely empty. Why did you knock on the door? Why did you open it and walk inside when you realized no one was there. Was this a prank? The only things in the room were boxes upon boxes of files and an old desk. Why were you here again? You stood there, confused, until the door opened. Spencer was already tugging the tie around his neck off, meeting your eyes. “You came.” He didn’t sound surprised. You wished he would’ve at least sounded a bit surprised.

“I wanted to know what the fuck you were going on about.” You replied as nonchalantly as possible.

“Strip.”

You froze.

“Y/n you knew exactly what was going to happen when you came here. Don’t make me repeat myself.”

There it was again. The warmth. The innate desire to please him, to follow orders.

“I can do it for you, but I can’t promise your clothes will be in perfect condition when we walk out of here.” His tie was off now. He held it in one hand, the other running through his hair as he observed you. You moved to pull off your shirt, dropping it to the floor. He hummed in approval.

“Good girl.”

You quickened your pace a bit, sensing his impatience, until you were shamefully exposed. Goosebumps rose upon your skin, the cold air a sharp contrast to the heat of your body.

“Look how quickly you give in. You’ve always been eager to please, though.” His eyes were raking up and down your body.

“How is it fair that I’m like.. this. And you get to be fully clothed?” You groaned, embarrassment growing. You should have never walked into the storage room.

“Patience, baby.” He chuckled, a hand moving to undo his belt. “You wanna know how I knew you’d come?”

You nodded.

“Because as much as you try to fight it but your body already knows who you belong to. Already knows that you need me, regardless of how hard you try to ignore it.” Fuck. Fuck. What if he was right? Was he right? Were you just braindead and horny at all times? “Come here.”

You approached him. You were already naked, what point was there in arguing now? You could resent yourself and your actions at a later date. He ran a hand over your body, tracing the outline of your skin. He was breathing heavily, a contrast to how calm and collected he looked on the outside.

“Turn around and give me your wrists.”

When you didn’t reply immediately he opted to grab your waist and spin you around. You were pressed against him now, feeling how hard he was through his pants. “Now for these,” he took your wrists in one hand and you heard the clank of his belt moving around and then, suddenly, the rough texture of leather wrapping around your wrists.

“O-Oh my god, Spencer, what are you doing?” Your face had turned bright red and you were actually kind of thankful that he had turned you so you weren’t facing him.

The leather tightened. You tried to flex against the restraints, testing them, but your hands were now held firmly in place. “You can turn back around now,” he sounded proud of himself. You hated it.

You faced him, hands tied behind your back, and watched with shaky breath as he pulled down his pants. “Why don’t you apologize for saying no to me earlier?” He suggested.

“You wish.” you grumbled, refusing to give in that easily.

“I’m sorry, which one of us is naked and tied up right now? I don’t have to make this easy for you. If you want me to fuck the attitude out of you again I certainly will."

You gulped. “H-How can I apologize, sir?”

Spencer bit his lip harshly. Maybe he wasn’t expecting that response, but honestly neither were you. "I think you already know how.” He replied, brushing your hair out of your face.

You sunk to your knees, the rough floor already feeling uncomfortable, but you persevered. He stepped forward, a hand immediately rest on top of your head, blunt nails digging into your scalp. You leaned forward, taking him into your mouth slowly. He leaned his head back, exhaling through gritted teeth. Your eyes were glued to him, looking up through your lashes, and you could feel the need inside of you grow. How did he manage to look so fucking good? You found it hard to control yourself considering you had absolutely no use of your hands or arms, but that didn’t bother Spencer. He pushed you forward a bit and you gasped, coughing a bit. You heard him chuckle. You started bobbing your head, your tongue moving in synch. He was still guiding you, gently rocking his hips to meet your movements. Your eyes watered as he began to speed up, though, pressing your face pressing against his skin with each push of his head and thrust of his hips. “Look at you, all tied up and pathetic,” he breathed out. “Is there any question who owns you? You don’t care when or how, you let me use your body without question.” You were struggling to breathe, tears falling down your cheeks, but you didn’t care. Your only thoughts were of Spencer. Pleasing him. Earning his praise. “As much as I’d love to cum in that pretty little mouth of yours, I think I’d rather watch you beg for me.” He slowed down a bit, eventually releasing you from his grip. You almost fell over, losing your balance as you sputtered and gasped. He helped you up, running a thumb over your swollen bottom lip. “Do you want daddy to fuck you?” He asked.

“Yes, please, daddy.” You replied quickly, obediently. He let out a satisfied hum. “We’re still at work, I’ll have to keep you quiet.” He leaned down, picking up his tie from the ground. “Open.” You coyly opened your mouth and he brushed his thumb over your cheek soothingly, shoving the fabric into your mouth. He did it so gently that you almost forgot that he was about to fuck you in the storage room of an FBI office building. “Look at you, actually learning how to do what daddy says.” He turned you around once again and began to push you a bit, walking you towards the abandoned desk, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck and leaving butterfly kisses down your jawline. His finger trailed between your legs. His thumb played at your clit, running torturously slow circles, and he kept at this for a bit, whispering sweet nothings into your ear, reminding you of your place. Slowly but surely you could feel your climax approaching, but when your moans started becoming louder from behind the fabric he stopped. You tried to turn your head to look back at him but you didn’t have a chance.

“Now you’re gonna be a good girl and take it.” The gentleness of his voice dissipated and he bent you down onto the desk, the cool surface prickling your warm skin. You mumbled against the fabric in your mouth, pleading. He paused, considering, and without warning, he pushed himself inside of you with a low groan. You let out a muffled cry, body trying to refamiliarize itself with the feeling of being so full. You were moaning, spit dribbling down from around the fabric of his tie. “God, fuck, I missed this,” Spencer said through a strained whisper. He fucked you fast, a bruising grip on your hips, and you couldn’t do a single thing but lay there as he did. Eventually, he moved his hand up to your lower back, pressing you further down onto the desk, your face shoved into the smooth wood surface. “You told them last night that I wasn’t your best, huh? Well, I guess I’ll just have to fuck you so hard that I ruin you for anyone else.” He was speaking a bit too loud now, you feared, but there was nothing you could do to indicate that to him. You could only let out muffled sounds of pleasure as he thrusted in and out of you. Your legs were starting to shake, they were still a little bit sore from the weekend, but you were already feeling yourself get too lost in your pleasure to care about the aches and pains. “Who else could fuck you this well, huh?” You couldn’t see his face but he sounded almost angry. “Who else could satisfy a slut like yourself? You need this. You need me to fuck you.” He was too loud. Too fucking loud. And you knew it, but you could barely bother to care. He was fucking you so well you didn’t care if the whole FBI heard you. “You’re so fucking perfect, so hot, especially like this, so helpless, so easy to control.” You were so close, moaning, wishing you could see how good Spencer looked while absolutely ravishing you against the desk. He was close too, you could tell because his movements were once again becoming more erratic. He grabbed the end of the belt that was restraining your wrists, tugging on it hard enough to force you into an upright position, back pressed against his chest. You mewled in pain but he didn’t seem to notice or care. “You’re gonna cum for me, aren’t you?” He growled onto the skin of your neck. You nodded frantically. The hand that wasn’t holding you up by your restraints came from behind, wrapping around your neck and squeezing your pulse. Your eyes rolled into the back of your skull, the only sound that you could focus on being the sound of skin meeting skin. “Cum for me, then. Cum for daddy.” You couldn’t speak before, but with Spencer’s hand around your neck, you could barely make a noise either. Your legs shook as you came, feeling Spencer do the same not too long afterward. His grip around your throat loosened and he gently pulled the tie out of your mouth as pulled out of you. You gasped for air, still suspended in the upright position he was holding you in. After allowing you to breathe he carefully pulled you off of the desk, standing you up straight and undoing the belt wrapped around your wrists. They were sore and you rubbed them gently, meeting his eyes.

“You were loud,” you breathed out, voice hoarse. “What if someone heard?”

He zipped up his pants and wiped the sweat from his forehead, pocketing his tie which has been rendered unwearable.

“No one heard.” He reassured you and you followed suit and redressed.

“I can’t believe that you… that we…” You stared at him, emotions taking hold, and you felt your eyes water.

He noticed, eyes widening in panic. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” He asked quickly.

“No, no. I’m fine. I’m fine. Just… randomly feeling emotional.” You dismissed him, eyes directed at the floor.

“Oh. Don’t feel bad, that’s actually quite common. It’s called post-coital dysphoria, or PCD. It’s when you experience intense emotions like sadness or melancholy after sex. It’ll go away in a few minutes.”

There he was, always ready to tell you exactly what was wrong. It was nice to know it was normal, you guessed, but you wished you could’ve gotten some actual sympathy. Oh well. It would be gone in a few minutes, right?

“One of us should probably leave first, you know? Stagger our arrivals.” Spencer suggested. You nodded. “I’ll go first. I’m gonna head to the bathrooms.”

Spencer gave you a small smile and wave as you exited. You made your way to the bathroom, and as you passed by the main office-space you noticed Hotch in a room with Derek and Emily. Thank god, at the very least they hadn’t heard you. You scurried to the bathroom, walking inside to see Garcia.

“Hey babycakes!” She grinned. “You look like you’ve been through a wind tunnel,” she noticed. You laughed. “Long day. Hangovers are a bitch.” You ran into a stall and waited until she left the bathroom to use the mirror and fix yourself the best you could. You smoothed your hair and clothes out, readjusting your lipstick and wiping the running mascara from under your eyes. When you left the bathroom you saw Spencer returning to his desk, his hair still attractively tousled. Suddenly you watched Rossi approach Spencer, and his eyes widened. Oh fuck. Wait. Had Rossi been unaccounted for this whole time? Anxiety coursed through your veins as you walked past the pair, who seemed to go silent as you came into view.

Fuck. Fuck. You were fucked. And not in a good way. In the absolute worst way. You didn’t know what you would do if anyone on the team knew what had happened, but Rossi finding out was for some reason especially embarrassing. He was like a father figure to you. A cool Italian father figure. And now he potentially knew that you were having rough sex at work with your colleague. Great. Fan-fucking-tastic.

All praise Spencer Reid, king of ruining your life.

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moshymosh · 3 years

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Remember me

When the love of your life suffers from a disease that affects their memory of their life with you, what do you do? Will you spend your last days with them, trying to get them to remember you? The life you had, or would you give up and let them forget you?

Summary- Dr. Spencer Reid felt his whole life change when Agent Y/n L/n joined the BAU. She came in like a cool summer breeze changing everything Spencer knew about love and his capacity to care for someone so much. Y/n came to the BAU with a tragic past, her only goal was to save lives and make the world a safer place for everyone. She meets a skinny shaggy haired doctor, which causes her whole life to change, much like Spencer, will she fall in love or will her tragic past or even her job prevent her?

Pairings- Dr. Spencer Reid x f!reader.

A/N- This is a notebook inspired story, this story will be told and wrote like a chapter book. So some of the endings will not always make sense. Also I don't claim to own Criminal Minds or the Notebook, this is solely for entertainment purposes and for enjoyment. Some of the lines are from the notebook movie, again I don't claim to own either fandom/tv show/ movie. I try to make Y/n as vague as possible so shes more inclusive so if there is any descriptive things that don’t apply to you feel free to ignore them. Also just putting this out there as the story progresses Maeve is still alive and well, she is a good friend of Spencer and Y/n’s. There will be graphic content and sexual scenes in later chapters, warnings will be added as they go. Also if you want to be tagged send me an ask or comment here, also send requests I'm down for making little fics.

PS- Please don't post my fics anywhere without my documented consent, thanks -Karma (MoshyMosh)

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Y/n sat out by a pond, a small smile on her face as she watched the sunrise. Y/n sighed happily as her wrinkled hands pulled her cardigan sweater closed tighter. Y/n stood up from the bench she occupied and grabbed her books, which were set next to her on the bench, as she started to head back inside the nursing home she lived in.

Y/n stopped by the mirror just inside the door to fix her hair and straighten any smudges in her light coral lipstick. She stood up straight and smiled at her reflection before she turned and began to walk farther down the hall, past the nurses' station.

“Looking good Miss Y/n.” a male nurse said to her as she walked past him.

“You know it, James.” Y/n giggled back as she smiled. Y/n continued to walk to her destination, the common room. She got in the medicine line and waited until it was her turn.

“Good day, miss Y/n?” the orderly asked as she handed y/n the little white cup with pills rattling in it.

“I think it is going to be an amazing day.” Y/n said before she tipped the cup into her mouth and swallowed the contents, showing the orderly her empty mouth with a giggle. “Have a good day Sarah, see you tonight.”

“See ya mamas.” Sarah said with a smile and a shake of her head as she watched Y/n walk-off

“Good morning Spencer.” the nurse said as she walked into the room, seeing the elderly man standing by the window, looking at the sky as it was changing colors, as the sun rose, the colors reflecting off the pond water. “How about we go for a walk this morning?”

The elderly man, who the nurse called Spencer, shook his head. “I don't think I'm feeling up to it.” he said as he pushed up his glasses further up his nose, still looking out the window, now looking down at the bench by the waters edge.

Y/n stepped into Spencer's room, smiling politely at Spencer and his nurse, who turned and looked at her. “Hello.” Y/n said cheerfully.

“I’m sorry Miss Y/n, today isn't a good day.” the nurse said, walking over to Y/n, who was still standing in the doorway. “I don't think he's up for much of anything.”

“Hello?” Spencer asked warily to the woman standing in the doorway, books clasped in her wrinkly hands.

“This is Y/n, she's come to read to you.” the nurse said as she gestured to Y/n as she stepped closer to Spencer.

“Read?” he asked, looking between Y/n and his nurse.

“Mmhm.” The nurse said as she nodded.

Y/n smiled at him as she slightly lifted the books she was holding for him to see.

Spencer shook his head “No.” he said before he shrugged “I don't know.”

“Oh come on, you'll like her she's hilarious.” The nurse told Spencer with a chuckle.

Y/n smiled hopefully at him. Spencer nodded and walked to his nurse, then continued walking to Y/n.

“Let's go to the sunroom?” Y/n asked him, as they turned to the doorway. Once they stepped out into the hallway, Spencer, ever the gentleman held his bent arm out to her. Y/n smiled up at him as she took it.

“Lead the way.” Spencer said as he let Y/n lead him to their destination. Soon they reached the sunroom, the sunlight filled the room from the floor-to-ceiling windows that lined three walls of the room. The pair walked over to some of the wicker furniture that occupied the room. Spencer gravitated to the rocking chair as Y/n sat on the loveseat. Y/n waited until Special got comfortable before she brought her glasses down from the top of her head and settled them on her face.

“Now where we're we?” Y/n asked looking down at the books on her lap.

Y/n opened the book that was on top, it looked worn from many years of use. Y/n sighed as her eyes scanned the page.

“Y/n and Spencer met in the summer of 2010 when the FBI Behavioral Analysis Unit hired agent Y/n L/n.” Y/n started to read as Spencer’s mind drifted off picturing the people in the story she was reading to him.

Y/n stopped in front of the glass doors and took a deep breath when she straightened out her blazer, before she pulled open one side of the doors as she began to step into the bullpen.

“Oh!” Y/n heard before a flurry of blonde hair and brightly colored clothing came rushing over to her. “You must be agent Y/n L/n, oh of course you are. You're the only new face around here, oh God I'm rambling aren't I .”

“Garcia leave the new girl alone.” said another blonde woman as she walked up to the pair. “Hi I'm Jennifer Jereau, you can call me JJ. ” The woman called JJ said as she stuck out her hand.

Y/n smiled and shook her hand “Y/n.” she told JJ. “You must be Penelope Garcia.” Y/n started looking at the other woman. “Agent Hotchner told me all about you, and something tells me you know all about me already.”

“I... Uh...” Penelope started to say when she was interrupted by a tall floppy-haired man.

“She knows everything, she probably knows what you had for breakfast this morning.” The man said with a chuckle. “I’m Dr. Spencer Reid. I'm not the medical type of doctor, more like the four PHD’s type.”

Y/n smiled at the man as he continued to ramble on. Spencer realized he was rambling and fell silent.

“It’s very nice to meet you Dr. Spencer Reid not the medical type but the four PHD’s type.” Y/n tilted her head and stuck out her hand to him. “I’m Agent Y/n L/n.” JJ looked like she was about to say something right before Spencer shook Y/n’s hand.

JJ and Garcia shared a look of shock at Reid’s actions.

“Agent L/n, welcome to the team.” A male voice said from above the group, causing everyone to look up at the source of the voice. “Please, everyone let's meet at the round table.”

JJ, Garcia, and Dr. Reid all began to walk up the stairs to the meeting room, Y/n nervously followed them. Y/n watched everyone take their seats, she took the last available seat, next to Spencer.

“Thank you, everyone, for joining me here.” The man spoke after he stood at the head of the table. “I’m Aaron Hotchner, we spoke on the phone, Agent L/n.”

“It seems like you've already met Penelope Garcia, Agent Jereau, and Dr. Reid.” Hotchner said, looking at Y/n who nodded her head in response. Aaron looked at the agent next to Spencer. “This is Agent Derek Morgan.”

Derek stood and offered his hand out to Y/n. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.” He told her before he sat back down when Y/n did. Y/n looked back to Hotch with a small smile.

“Next is SSA Emily Prentiss.” Hotch said gesturing to the woman, Y/n looked over and saw the woman had a stone facade, who gave her a curt nod, which Y/n returned. Y/n could tell Prentiss was profiling her.

“And this is SSA David Rossi.” Hotch said, as the man in question stood and walked over to Y/n and kissed both of her cheeks when she stood.

“Welcome bella.” Rossi said with his voice full of warmth before he went back to his seat and Y/n sat back down in her own.

“Everyone this is Agent Y/n L/n.” Hotch said and smiled at his team. Soon the peacefulness of Y/n telling the team about herself was interrupted by Hotch’s and Penelope’s phones going off. “Looks like we've got a new case.” Aaron said.

“I’ll go get the files ready.” Penelope said as she got up from the round table and exiting the room.

Y/n looked around at everyone and smiled, thinking to herself as they waited for the details of the case.

Y/n’s voice brought spencer back from his imagination.

“That case was a stressful one for both Y/n and Spencer. For Y/n it was her first case in the BAU and for Spencer to school his racing thoughts of the new agent, who he found very pretty.” Y/n read out loud.

“They caught the bad guy didn’t they?” Spencer asked. “Did Spencer and Y/n start dating?”

“They caught the unsub yes,” Y/n answered as she nodded. “No, they didn't start dating after this. Don't try to spoil the story now.” She teased.

Spencer smiled and nodded. “I like this type of story, go on.” Spencer said eagerly.

Y/n smiled and turned to go back to reading the book in her lap. As Y/n resumed reading Spencer’s mind drifted back to imagining the people she was reading about.

“As the cases continued, and the team continued to catch more bad guys, the closer JJ, Garcia, and Spencer got closer to Y/n. More so than the rest of the team.” Y/n read from the book she now held in her hands.

“Penelope?” Y/n called out as she saw the blonde scurry up the stairs to Hotch’s office. Penelope was too focused for Y/n to grab her attention.

Y/n looked down at the coffee cup on her desk and tilted her head at it in confusion as she looked at the note underneath it. ‘I remembered how you take your coffee.’ Y/n looked around at the other team members before she sat down and grabbed the cup.

“JJ.” Y/n whispered and looked at the woman sitting on Derek’s desk across from her. She held the coffee cup up with a questioning look on her face.

JJ looked over to Spencer and smiled before she looked back to Y/n and shrugged, pretending like she didn’t give away who bought Y/n the coffee. Y/n smiled and took a sip of the coffee. She set the cup down and grabbed a piece of notepaper from its holder on her desk and began to write a note on it.

“Guys, we have a case.” Hotch said from the railing above the bullpen.

Spencer looked up as Y/n walked past him, his attention was drawn away as a small piece of paper floated down onto his desk. Spencer picked it up as he stood up from his desk and began to walk up to the meeting room knowing he was behind everyone something he wasn’t known for. Once he got his file and sat down across from Y/n, Spencer looked at her before he opened the file that sat in his lap, only lifting it to cross his legs under it. Spencer’s thumb fiddled with the paper as he listened to the details of the case, every once in a while glancing at Y/n.

“Wheels up in thirty.” Hotch said, looking at Spencer with a knowing smirk. “Reid, you alright?” he asked after everyone left to grab their things to leave.

Spencer was drawn out of his thoughts when Hotch asked him, Spencer looked up to him and nodded his head, fingers still playing with the note.

“Uh, yeah.” Spencer said as he got up and smiled at Hotch before he left the room.

Soon they were all in the jet throwing out theories about the unsub. Y/n played with a strand of her hair as she was deep in thought about the case.

“Guys, ” Y/n said as she straightened in her seat. “The victims all have something in common,” Y/n said as she laid out all the victims pictures on the table in front of her. “They all have the same color eyes.”

Spencer stood from his seat on the couch and walked up to the table standing behind Y/n as he looked over her shoulder at the table. “They all have different shades of the same hair color too.” Spencer started as he looked at the pictures.

“These women were surrogates for someone.” Y/n said.

“Alright Reid, L/n you guys go to the ME’s office and see what you can find out. JJ, you and I will set up at the sheriff’s office. Prentiss, Morgan and Rossi go check out the latest crime scene.” Hotch said as he closed his file. Y/n gathered all the photos from her file and put them back inside before she closed it.

Y/n looked up and smiled at Spencer who was still standing behind her. Spencer looked down and smiled back before he went and sat back down on the couch he was previously sat on.

Spencer looked at the note he pulled from his pocket and was about to open it and read its contents when he felt the jet land on the tarmac. Spencer sighed and put the note back into his pocket as he stood to grab his go bag like the rest of the team.

The team caught the unsub and were back on the jet heading back to Quantico. Spencer was looking at the note he still had yet to open. He glanced at Y/n who was asleep, hand still stuck inside a bag of gummy bears. Spencer smiled and opened the note and read it, chuckling.

‘Thank you for the coffee- x F/I’

Hotch looked Y/n before she looked at Spencer who was still looking at the sleeping Y/n. Hotch got up and took a seat next to Spencer. “You should ask her to the FBI ball.” Hotch said softly, looking down at his phone to not draw attention to them.

Spencer looked away from Y/n and over to Hotch. “Who?” he asked trying to play it off.

Hotch smiled at Spencer and nodded over to Y/n who JJ was helping to get comfortable. “Agent L/n.” Hotch said.

Spencer sighed and looked down at his folded hands in his lap. “Do you think she’ll go as my date and not by herself?” Spencer asked shakily.

“She’d be crazy not to go with you.” JJ said, coming over to sit in her seat by Spencer. “You shook her hand the day she joined the team, YOU, mister germaphobe.” JJ teased, causing Spencer to chuckle softly.

“I did. There's something about her.” Spencer said softly as he looked back over to Y/n.

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love, jj

Prompts: 88. “I never meant to fall in love with you, I just did” from this prompt list! Pairing: Jemily, technically Word Count: 2,456 Warnings: Mentions of death. A/n: Red (@hurricanejjareau) picked this prompt. thank you, ily. that is all.

April 29, 2011 Emily,

Hey. It’s me. I’m sure you can tell by my handwriting. I’ve had you look over enough of my reports that I’d honestly be kind of disappointed if you didn’t. And before you say anything, yes, I know we play Scrabble, but that doesn’t count. I need to talk to you. God, Emily, I just need to talk to you. To see that you are alive, that you are well, and, honestly, to see that you are real.

These past few weeks without you have been awful. Everything is different. I’m spending more and more time around the office. The way we all skirt around your name like you never even existed is just painful. For a while there, I almost started to believe you weren’t real. And that’s a big fear of mine- to wake up one morning not worrying about you, because I know that’s all you have right now. You have Hotch and I thinking about you, and that’s it.

Depressing. And nothing I need to tell you, but it’s not like you’ll read these anyways. It’s nearing two months since you “died.” I don’t think Rossi has processed it yet. Penelope is a shell of her former self coping. Even Ashley seems distraught. Spence has dealt with far too much trauma, and yet, I’ve never seen him like this. He’s been at my house everyday this week, crying and then sleeping on the couch. It’s heart wrenching, and it takes everything in me to not tell him you’re okay. That you’re alive. But I can’t, not with Doyle still out there, always being a danger to you.

But, my God, is Morgan the worst to be around right now. Second to only Penelope Garcia, you were Derek’s favorite person in the team. No point hiding it, you’re all profilers and I spend way too much time around you guys.. He’s gutted. Honestly, I think he’s the one person here who has really “accepted” that you’re gone. Even Hotch is off. But not Morgan. And that’s the horrifying part. He’s the exact same person that he was before you left, but now his smiles are a little too wide and his gestures are a little too exaggerated. It’s terrifying to be around.

I guess that leaves me. I’m doing okay. Miss you everyday, but I feel bad every time I do because I know the truth. I know where you are (kind of) and I know that you are alive. They buried you. They know where you are, too, but for them, that’s six feet under.

Love, JJ

March 1st, 2011 Emily,

Me again. Today was better, I think. I know we like to say that the serial killers never take a vacation, but they seem to be on one right now. It’s just a bunch of consulting on relatively low level cases. Thank God, because I don’t think any of them could handle a case right now. Reid didn’t sleep at my house last night, which is improvement, I think. He definitely didn’t sleep, but I’ll take what I can get. Derek is almost worse.

It’s lonely here without you. Penelope isn’t herself, and I find her sitting at your desk all the time. She’s stopped staring at your photo constantly and now avoids the hallway with all the memorials so she doesn’t have to walk by you. She’s in her office even more than she normally would be. There’s boxes of cupcakes being brought in all the time. She’s an absolute and utter wreck.

You remember that feeling we all felt when Haley was killed? When we all stood around her casket and watched with teary eyes as Hotch and Jack said their final goodbyes? The feeling that nothing would be okay again? Yeah. That’s about what’s happening now, but now it’s not just Hotch feeling like his life is over. It’s all of us.

And God, you must be so lonely.

Love, JJ

April 10th, 2011 Emily,

Today was an all-time low. Everywhere I looked, there you were. Oh, there you were grabbing coffee after an all-nighter spent at my house. Oh, there you are, legs dangling over the side of the chair you’re lounging in because you don’t know how to sit properly. Oh, there you are, smiling at Hotch as you talk animatedly in his office about God knows what. Oh, there you are, downing shots with Rossi.

Your ghost was everywhere over this office, over my life. You were this office, you were everything. I can’t go anywhere to escape you. How can you have a ghost when you aren’t even dead?

April 11th, 2011 Emily,

Another crying Spencer night. They’re off on their second case, a spree killing in Tampa. I don’t know. At this point, I’m kind of lost. I’m spending far too much time at that office even though I don’t work there because it’s one of my last connections to you. I just… miss you, I guess. No, I know I miss you.

I just can’t stop feeling guilty. I’m causing all this pain in the team and in all your loved ones. I was the one who told Hotch you survived, I was the one who suggested you “die.” This is all my fault.

Hotch told me he was doing assessments of the team. That shouldn’t be happening. You should be there. I’m not going to ask for the results, and I don’t think I would be allowed to if I asked. I just don’t want to face the reality of what I’ve done.

Love, JJ

May 15th, 2011 Emily,

Hey, it’s been a while. Not much has changed. I haven’t been to the BAU since my last letter. I can’t face them anymore. I can’t sit within those walls that seep of you. I can’t face you.

God damnit, Prentiss! Why did you go after Doyle? You knew we could have helped! This could have all been avoided if you would have trusted us!

May 15th, 2011 Emily,

I’m sorry. It’s not your fault. I just miss you. A lot.

May 22nd, 2011 Emily,

With you being gone, I’m starting to realize how much I depended on you. You were my person. If I had a problem, I came to you. If I wanted to get drunk, I came to you. If I wanted to get a break from the overwhelmingness of the testerone of our workplaces, I came to you. If I just wanted to escape, I came to you.

I’m still avoiding the BAU as best as I can. Even Hotch and I haven’t been talking. Spence is still coming to my house, though. Still crying. He misses you so much, Prentiss. We all do.

When Elle left, I didn’t think any of us would recover. She hadn’t been there for the longest time, but she was an integral part of the team. But we recovered. Then, when Gideon left, some of us were fine, but Reid? I genuinely thought he would never be the same. And I guess he isn’t, but he still recovered. And now you left. So if the pattern continues, we’ll recover.

But I don’t think I will. Because every waking minute of every day (and even some of the sleeping ones), the thought that we will never catch Doyle haunts me. The thought that I will never see your beautiful face again. The thought that I will never actually get to talk to you again.

They don’t have those thoughts. To them, you are dead, under the ground, declared dead on the table. To them, there’s no chance they’ll ever see you again. So, for them, if we don’t catch Doyle, yes they’ll be irrationally angry because the son of a bitch who killed you is still out there, but catching him never had any more reward than revenge and putting another bad guy in prison where he belongs. They won’t realize that not catching him means they’ll never see you again because they don’t even know that’s an option.

I love you, JJ

June 1st, 2011 Emily,

The worst part of all this is that I know you’re out there, lonely. I would say afraid, but I know you. Emily Prentiss doesn’t get scared, I know. But you’re alone, in a place that isn’t here. All I want to do is help you. And I can’t because if I do, there’s the possibility that I’ll make everything worse.

So, I’m trying to focus on positives: happy memories and good things to happen. Like, the other day, I walked through a market and, when I passed a flower stall, all I smelled was that expensive perfume you used to wear. The stuff you stopped using because it made Reid sneeze? The stuff you still use when we would go out on the town? Smelling it made me want to go out and buy a drink and dance the night away.

And when I was shopping for new shoes for Henry, I saw a pair of boots that I knew you would buy the instant you saw them. They were lace-up, black with a bit of heel (I know your never-ending goal is to get taller), and there was a slight rose decal on the top. I could hear you shouting, “These are men squashing boots!” because you’re never embarrassed in public. I could see the smile you give me, a flash of blinding white teeth. And I knew the smile I would shoot back because happy Emily is my favorite Emily.

I love you, JJ

June 18th, 2011 Emily,

You missed Morgan’s birthday. 38! It was a pretty somber occasion because we all knew that something was missing. And it was the day before your 3 month anniversary of being dead. Garcia tried as best as she could to fill the gap, decorating the bar that Rossi rented out very extravagantly. Material items could never make up the lack of you. We all just ended up getting drunk.

I think it’s really starting to hit Hotch. When I take Henry to hang out with Jack, Aaron’s quiet. Granted, he’s always quiet. (Not around you, though. You always bring out the best in people) This is a different quiet, though. He’s almost silent. I think he’s beating himself up. You know Hotch, anniversaries hit him hard. I think he hoped you would be home now, Doyle staying in the maximum security he belongs in.

But the rest of them are moving on. Spencer isn’t having the breakdowns he used to have. Penelope and I can go out for coffee without there being this heavy weight sitting on us. Ashley even joined us once, and it didn’t feel like she was replacing anyone. Rossi is smiling much more. Morgan is still acting a little fake, and he pulls sleepless nights every now and then, obsessing over the case. But he’s better. He can focus on cases, and Penelope tells me that they can go hang out without him being too absent-minded.

Hotch is the one I’m really worried about. We both remember the aftermath of Haley’s death. The grieving, the silence, the sleepless nights, the constant fidgeting so he could keep his mind of it. That’s what’s happening now. He’s just as worried about you as I am. We both know the possibility of never seeing you again.

That leaves me. Three months later and I wouldn’t say I’m much better than I used to be. I still have trouble hanging around them. I still find myself grabbing my phone to text you something before remembering that I would never get an answer. I still find myself longing for you, for your smile, for your touch.

I love you, JJ

July 17th, 2011 Emily,

I think this will be my last letter. I’ve come to a few realizations, and, even though I still desperately need to talk to you, writing these are one of them.

One: This isn’t healthy for me- nothing about this is. 5 stages of grief. We both know them, they have to do with the unsubs all the time. These letters are classified as denial. And I need to get through all five. Yes, you aren’t dead, but you may as well be. I can’t see you, I can’t talk to you, I can’t know where you are. There’s a death certificate. You were “buried.” And I need to get to acceptance. I need to accept that I may never see you again. I can’t just exist in this state of limbo forever.

Two: You are okay, and you can care for yourself. I guess this goes under the first one, but I don’t really care. You don’t get as close as we did are and not have an ever present worry of “what if she’s not okay? What if I’m not there to protect her? What if she needs my help?” But that’s where the denial thing comes in. I think that I’ve been doing that to myself because it keeps you near to me. It keeps you alive. Because if I can worry about you, there is still a you to worry about. Therein lies the issue. There is no you to worry over. To the world, you are dead. And I need to accept that. Because the you that does exist is perfectly capable and doesn’t need my help.

Three: Not having you here is the worst part of this all. Technically, you were gone before you left because I left, but we still talked and hung out. We still went to bars on alternating Saturdays. But we can’t have any of that anymore. And I think that’s what made me realize the last thing.

I am completely, utterly in love with you. And that’s terrifying. Unrequited love stories are the worst to read, but here I am, writing one. I loved how hot you looked when you tied your hair up. I love the way you carried yourself. I love the way you smiled at me when Reid went on one of his tangents. I love the way you looked at me when I delivered the profile. I love our hushed talks on the plane when everyone else is asleep, talking about everything and nothing.

The worst part? You are the missing piece in this puzzle. You, Emily, were the one thing I never took into account when planning my life out. I didn’t mean to fall in love with you, I just did. Yet, here we are- me, writing crappy letters admitting my feelings, and you, halfway across the world, completely unaware of the havoc you’ve wreaked on me.

I love you, JJ

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Season 1, Episode 2: Second Chance at Fist Line (Part One)

Hey there beautiful reader! If you’re new here, this is a series I’m writing where each chapter is an episode from the first season of Teen Wolf. If you’ve been here before, hey! I missed you! Previous and future chapters are linked at the end of each part if you want to catch up.

Pairing: Stiles x Psychic! Reader (eventually)

P.S. Scott and Stiles fail at whispering and Y/N is too nosy for her own good

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I walked into the high school with Allison by my side. The two of us had gotten so much closer over the course of the last two weeks of us being here in Beacon Hills. We had a lot in common, since we both grew up moving almost every year. I was finally starting to feel comfortable. I felt like I had friends again. Things were looking up.

Since mom was working weird hours, Allison had been letting me ride with her in the mornings. She only lived a few minutes from me, so it wasn’t too much trouble. Her dad was a really nice guy, and I enjoyed our daily chats. We stopped at our lockers before heading to English, and I noticed a change in her almost immediately.

“What’s wrong?” I got the rest of my books for the day and shut my locker.

She slowly pulled out a black blazer and we both stared at it in confusion. It was the one she’d worn to Lydia’s party last weekend. The one she left in Derek’s car after he took us home.

“How...?”

She’d texted me in a frenzy after realizing it was gone. It was her favorite, and she knew she’d never see it again since we didn’t plan on making hanging out with him a habit. But now it was here. In her locker. At school.

Just then, Scott approached us, looking frazzled. He was staring right at the fabric in her hands.

“Where’d you get that?” He practically demanded. Allison stiffened under his intense stare.

“My jacket? It was in my locker. I think Lydia brought it back from the party. She has my combination, so...” She trailed off, clearly not understanding why he was freaking out. I had no idea either. It was just a jacket.

“Did she say she brought it back? Or did somebody give her the jacket?” His brown eyes were wide with horror as his voice rose. Weird.

“Like who?” Allison glanced my way and Scott immediately did the same, as if just realizing I was beside her.

“Like Derek.” I could see the panic rising behind his eyes as he spat the name.

I stilled. Derek? How did he know he was involved?

“Your friend?” I chimed in, trying to make sense of his odd behavior and calm him down subtly. Derek had said they were friends.

“He’s not my friend.” Scott insisted. “How much did you guys talk to him when he drove you home?”

Allison took a couple steps back, looking scared. I mean, he was acting a little erratically. He seemed to really dislike this Derek guy, which confirmed my suspicion that they weren’t actually friends. But why lie? And why drive us home?

“I actually have to get to class...” She muttered before grabbing my hand to drag me down the hallway with her. It wasn’t a very good excuse, since we share the class with him, but I spared her the reminder.

“Still want to go to the game tomorrow?” I asked once we were out of his earshot.

She just rolled her eyes.

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I walked through the hospital, holding a box of Chinese food in one hand and a coke in the other. It was just after school and I promised mom I’d bring her dinner. She’d been working since four this morning. The shifts they were giving her were insane, but I guess it’s because she’s new. She has to prove herself before they’ll give her daytime hours.

I dropped the food off at her station and gave her a quick hug to get her through the next few hours. Being a nurse is brutal. I didn’t know much about my mom’s job, but I knew I could never do it. On my way toward the exit, I noticed Lydia sitting in one of the blue waiting chairs. Standing next to her, looking awkward as hell, was Stiles.

Yeah, I’d learned that the weird not-word he’d spit out at her party was actually his name. Oops. One of his arms was propped up against the white and navy wall, while the other rested on his hip. He was wearing what I now knew was his signature outfit. A pair of jeans and a graphic t-shirt with a flannel over top. I had to admit it only added to his boyish charm.

Lydia pulled a Bluetooth earpiece out of her ear and gestured toward him lazily. “Hold on, gimme a second. I didn’t hear anything you just said. Is it worth repeating?”

He stared at her for a moment, dumbfounded. He made a strangled noise in the back of his throat before swallowing thickly. “Uh, no. Sorry.”

She huffed awkwardly as he slid away from her. He pointed at her, then a chair just around the corner.

“I’m gonna sit—you don’t care.” His eyes flickered to me for a fleeting moment and I could’ve sworn I saw his cheeks turning red. To make matters worse, he picked up an educational brochure about the menstrual cycle before plopping into the chair.

“Hey Lydia, what are you doing here?” I greeted, pulling her attention to me.

She smiled kindly, but immediately rolled her eyes. “Didn’t you hear? Jackson has a separated shoulder. Someone—,” She glared in Stiles’ direction. “Took practice too far.”

Oh yeah, I almost forgot the about the rumor going around that Scott lost it during practice today. Apparently, he’d gotten way too aggressive. Stiles’ head popped out from around the corner. “That actually wasn’t...yeah, okay.”

He retreated with a simple look from Lydia. Man, do people really find her that intimidating? Maybe it was because I was friends with her now, but she was just a teenager like the rest of us. Snobby and stuck up, sure. But scary? Not really.

Jackson emerged from the room across the hall and Lydia stood up expectantly. “Did he do it?”

“He said not to make a habit of it, but one cortisone shot won’t kill me.” He rubbed at his shoulder with a grimace. I felt a little bad for the guy. Lacrosse was everything to him, as sad as that was.

“You should get one right before the game, too.” He glowered at her and she stomped a heel on the tile. “The pros do it all the time. You wanna be a little high school amateur? Or do you wanna go pro?”

She pulled him in for a kiss and I looked away. I did not need to see that in a public place. Or anywhere for that matter. They walked away without so much as a goodbye and I was about to do the same before I saw Scott walking toward me briskly.

“Holy God.” Stiles shrieked as Scott ripped the menstrual cycle brochure out of his hands.

“The scent was the same.” He sounded breathless, like he’d run the whole way here.

I silently slipped into the chair Lydia had just been occupying and pulled out my phone as a cover.

“Are you sure?” I saw Stiles bolt to his feet in my peripheral.

“Yes.” Scott huffed, and they stared at each other for a moment, processing this information. Whatever it meant.

Stiles threw a hand up in exasperation. “So he did bury the other half of the body on his property.”

My eyes widened in shock and I looked around to see if anyone else had heard that. Luckily, it didn’t seem like it. Why the hell were they talking about this stuff in front of other people? And what scent? What body? What property?

“Which means we have proof he killed the girl.”

Wait. Killed? What are they talking about? Who are they talking about?

“I say we use it.” Stiles started walking away, but Scott grabbed his shoulder.

“How?”

“Tell me something first. Are you doing this because you want to stop Derek or because you want to play in the game and he said you couldn’t?”

I choked on my spit at the sound of that name. A hand came up to soothe my throat and I put my phone up to my ear before turning away from the boys quickly. I waited a few seconds before slowly rotating back. They were talking about Derek? They thought he killed someone and buried half of the body on his property?

Wait...half? Were they talking about that body the hikers found the first week of school?

“There were bite marks on the leg, Stiles. Bite marks.” Scott was whispering now, seemingly more aware of our surroundings.

“Okay, then we’re gonna need a shovel.”

Their voices disappeared. I peered around the corner and saw them practically running out the front doors. My mind was racing with everything I’d just heard. Bite marks...scents...Derek...a killer? He was creepy, sure, but I don’t know if he could kill someone. Although, I only met the guy once. But, why would Scott and Stiles care, anyway?

I had to get to the bottom of this, and soon.

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I kind of posted the prologue to my fic and posted it 🥺🥺 so if you wanted to check this out. I'll be posting it below with the info. Maybe comment for future tags or whatever 💅🏻💅🏻.

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Title: if it Stings. Let it burn

Word count: 2,552

Rating: teen and up (nothing yet)

Pairings: aaron hotchner/lorelai gilmore. More to come :)

What identifies a home. Is it a group of buildings that blend together with browns and reds on concrete walls? Is it blues of skies and greens of grasses in parks? What about the people? Passing by you in hurries as they find themselves needing to move to work or elsewhere. They hurry along not wanting to disrupt the pattern that everyone so gently crafted.

And with and things what happens when your home is reached. When something happens to push everything to the side. What happens when your safety net, the thing that you most rely on catching you — snaps. Do you hold on, dangling with what could verses couldn't happen? Do you push your hope to the back of your mind, hopeful it's just one mistake? One simple thing falling short of something wonderful, beautiful. Or do you fight back, letting your chains become loose, and watching as you learn to gain your wings? Finally free to be who you wanted to be. These things aren't as likely without a reason. Something that makes you want to jump.

November 19th

The road back from Stars Hollow wasn’t too bad. It was a pretty straight and narrow line for the most part. But as for any road, it wasn’t safe when it came to the incoming cold.

“I should probably head home before the first snow comes in. you know how the roads get.” the voice of a boy in his late teens spoke, his car was warming up on the side waiting for him to climb in and go on the road.

“Yeah, I’ll see you. Stay safe.” the voice of a girl no older than 17 spoke as she waved him off. They had talked whenever the other came into town. In this case, what the girl didn't know was that this would be for all she knew, the last time she would see him.

Music played from the stereo as he changed the radio, again and again. God, it seemed all these stations only played the same nine or ten songs. Especially in a small town like this, it was all they could hear when moving around the different areas. Yet all of it from top to bottom made it so he never wanted to leave. Some remixed version of Amazing Grace could be heard. Fixing his eyes back to the road. As he stopped at the stop sign in front of the road he looked before driving more down the road.

“Stop the car.” a voice popped in from the back seat. Fight or flight mode turned on and he realized that he would do anything at this moment to

“What?!” panic rose in his voice.

“STOP THE CAR.” he slammed on the break. That was the moment that everything went dark.

November 21st

"Living in a small town, I knew everybody and everybody knew me."

-- Anna Nicole Smith

“Chip Macenstoch, 18. He was last seen leaving back home. They found his car with the keys still in the ignition but no sign of Chip seen.” Penelope's voice carried as she clicked through the slideshow she had on the screen. “Matt Schoenfeld, found with his window wide open, his bed was empty. There were no signs of struggle.” she clicked through the slideshow again. “The only connection between the two is a last reported conversation, and the area they come from.” she clicked off the slideshow.

“Stars Hollow according to tourist websites, it has a population of less than one-thousand.” JJ offered as she looked through the file sitting in front of her.

“And we need to be there before anything happens to turn that town’s population any less…” Hotch sighed as he made his way to standing up.”wheels up in thirty.” he offered, and the room dispersed.

Not much happened here, not much has happened in the last seventeen years she had lived here with Rory. there had been some slight scandal involving the town priest. But nothing huge here or there. This though was a shock.

The cold of the November wind lasted an ongoing chill to the brunette at the desk as she communicated with a woman on the phone. “It's a week before Thanksgiving it might be a little rough in order to get enough rooms.” the brunette behind the desk offered. “Yes, we do offer breakfast. Yes there's double bed rooms.” she offered. “three rooms for today? Will do. Thank you." She sighed as she moved from the desk to the small entrance to the inn. She ran a hand through her hair. So much had happened to their small town within the past few days. Two teens vanished without a trace. Both teens, very safe, smart boys. She looked out the window.

"They canceled school for the rest of the week. Which, while I should be relieved. They said they were canceling due to the vanishes in Stars Hollow. Which is weird." Rory spoke appearing from next to her.

"Woah Woah Woah — slow down speedy," Lorelai responded in return to her daughter's tangent. The cases of the missing boys had made news in all the towns nearby, her parents swore they wanted Lorelai and Rory. to come to stay with them until it all blew over. It didn't seem like a good idea though. With a week till Thanksgiving they could use as much help in the Independence inn as possible. Plus — it was home to them. Even if their home seemed to be a little crooked. "Go get something from Sookie to eat to work at the tables. Okay?" She offered. Seeing her daughter nod before walking off.

It took some time, but as Lorelai was writing down some notes she saw from the corner of her eye two cars, she knew from the looks of the black sleek vehicles, that these were the guests they were waiting for. “It’s go time Gilmore,” she stated to herself, waiting for what was to happen next.

What was there to expect from a small town that didn't even show up on a map? Was there something to expect from a place where some who exited called the "friendliest town on earth?" From the bright-eyed townsfolk who walked around looking like they belonged in a Disney film to the distinct smell of farm life and coffee beans that drifted throughout the entire place. Was there more than the sidewalks that cracked and crinkled yet how this place seemed to call the names of those around them.

This place looked as if it hadn’t experienced constant shock and trauma. As if it was the perfect Disney town where birds braided hair and good peeked at every corner. As if truly things were perfect. The biggest shock factor had been when they found out the Organic Milk wasn't truly organic. So this really was the worst possible thing to happen. Emily commented that it looked straight out of a Hallmark film. And the little inn they were staying in, definitely brought more of that message forward. The agents walked out of their cars, into the small lobby area. Immediately seeing how it was decorated. They wouldn't be spending too much time here, but it did have a nice way of being subtly decorated for the holidays. “I’ll go grab our bags.” Derek offered as Reid mumbled a fun fact in the direction of Emily.

“Welcome to the Independence Inn. I’m Lorelai.” a bubbly brunette offered and JJ stepped in.

“Pleasure to meet you Lorelai. We should have three rooms under Garcia?” she offered, knowing Penelope had set them the reservation.

“Oh yes yes!” she nodded as they stood in the center of the room. “4, 7 and 10A are all open and ready for you.” she smiled and Hotch wondered how this woman was so bubbly and full of energy. He would have mentioned it but Emily did with a comment of

“Someone clearly had their coffee.” she commented, getting a roll of the eyes and a comment of “be nice.” from JJ.

There was something about the way that the place had a small humming of home to it. It was a shame they wouldn't get to experience the town. Sure they were probably going to be in town for Thanksgiving, but that wasn't a reason to celebrate. There was a lot of wonder in the town. From the little Cafes and Diners they saw as they entered into the area. They had a place called Luke’s recommended to them a good nine times. He knew they would most likely eat there at some point for their trip. They just needed to get something established for the case first, figure something out. There also seemed to be a lot of mystery, from the woods that surrounded where they were. He had a lot of questions. From what other things lay unstirred behind these walls.

And what about the bubbly brunette who walked around. Bright eyed as she talked to all the members of the team , asking them different statements as JJ happily conversed. To Reid, looking like he was absolutely shocked that someone could talk as fast as he could. Maybe there was something about her young daughter. Well not super young. Probably late teens. The way her eyes flickered around whenever someone would ask her something. How when Derek and he had pulled her for questioning she asked a few times if this would be on any kind of record for her

“Do you have anyone we can talk to for an alibi?" Derek asked from beside him. And Hotch could tell right away. There was no way in hell this girl had anything to do with this. From the way her doe eyes shined, curiosity to the brim of them. To the way the books in her arms sat perfectly. She was grace, and he could tell that she was the woman in the lobby's daughter.

“My mom and I have a movie night every Tuesday Night. My boyfriend came to watch with us. You can ask him, or my mom, I was home.” she commented and a mental note was made to ask. After Hotch included his own question. Wanting to get more of an idea for what was happening.

“Is there anyone with foul wishes or harmful intent for him?” he added in his own question.

"Everyone loved him, he would come to town meetings and see if anyone needed anything. He came to a town meeting the night of his disappearance. Next thing we knew the newspaper came in with news that he was gone." She explained. She explained Chip and his role in the town. He was a local farmer's son. He would come into town every week to get supply and then he would come back home. "Is he okay?" They had found his truck on the side of the road. But they didn't have the heart to tell her that there wasn't much hope of where he was.

They sighed. Looking at one another "we'll keep you updated — okay kid?" Morgan stated before Rory as they learned her name was walked off. Running over to where her mother was waiting. As they prepared to go back for some of them to the scene of the crime. And others to remain questioning. Hotch ran a hand through his hair. There was something about these small towns that hit harder than anything else. from the way they came together, which meant it would hit harder knowing there was someone among one of them causing harm.

What they had learned about Rory Gilmore. Real name Lorelai. Bright eyed girl, smart, charming. Going to attend an ivy league within a year. She had a knack for reading lately getting into classics. "In Cold Blood" had been one of her favorites lately

He found that as being ironic. But not a funny irony. More of a cold irony.

They had to be cautious with their next moves.

"Miss —." Morgan paused looking for a name.

"Lorelai. Lorelai Gilmore." She offered and her voice was rushed but still had music to it.

"Do you mind if we question you?" He asked and Hotch watched as Rossi and Morgan took the brunette to the dining room. He watched as they walked away, she had some kind of wonder the way she did things.

JJ approached him, "sir we should probably head back out. See if there is anything we missed." What was there to miss? This looked a lot like the rest of the things they had seen. He hated cases where the best thing was to wait for whatever came next. Spend a day or two and see what pops up. Immediately as he stepped into the cold, feeling of air hitting his face he climbed his way into the car. Allowing Emily to take the wheel as they went to what was next.

It wasn't that he didn't trust his team. He trusted them more than anything else. This case just had so little to go by at this moment. He didn't want things to crash and burn before they even started. They go back to the scene of the first abduction and immediately they’re back to not noticing anything new. What they did notice was their victim’s parents were standing off to the side, their arms wrapped around each other. Hotch had seen this look plenty of times before. Had seen the way their entire bodies would collapse, it was as if all they had known was crumbling. He tried his best not to get involved in the cases, he knew it wasn't the best thing to do. So he continued to push it aside.

“Please tell me you found my son.” someone would ask, at first when he started in the field he didn't know what to tell them. How did you break someone’s heart? Take away the hope they have kicking in their soul. He was called cold, broken. So that is what he allowed himself to become. He hardened his shell and bounced back stronger than anything else.

His voice finally beckoned out of him as he looked at the family. “He's gone… they found his body in the creek.” he looked at them, his eyes not leaving the couple. He hated this type of news.

“What do you mean he’s gone?” the response would come and then they would see the body pass on the stretcher. Tears would fill the eyes and he wished that all of this didn't happen. Yet it was. Bad people filled the earth.

“No, no no, that can't be him. It can’t be my baby boy.”

He didn't know what stirred him out of all of this, but when he noticed Emily and Reid “we asked around and according to people nearby the last seen person near both of them has been identified.”

“name?” Hotch offered. Hopefully, this person would have some kind of connection that could truly get them closer to where they needed to be. Even if they only had only been here for less than a day.

“...Rory Gilmore,” Reid stated, he noticed the connection between the name and the situation.

The daughter of the woman back at the inn. This case just got a lot more intense.

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If I Ever Lost You Part 1

Pairing: Jennifer Jareau X Emily Prentiss

Warning: Strong Language & Violence

Words: 6K

With a shaking hand, she reached over and picked up the paper. She opened the note and when she read the three words, her world stopped.

I have her.

A few days earlier

Emily was sitting at her desk in the bullpen chatting with Derek and Spencer. Actually, it was more like picking on Spencer with Derek. The two misfits were pestering Spencer about his new haircut. “Are you sure you’re not in a boy band?” joked Derek while ruffling his hair. Spencer swatted his hand away in annoyance, “yes, I’m sure. Now can I please get back to work? You guys are distracting me.” Emily opened her mouth to respond when she was cut off by JJ rushing in. Out of breath, JJ barely managed to get the words out as she rushed to the conference room, “it’s a bad one.”

The three went up and sat around the table, each in their respective spots. Emily looked up at the screen which was covered in gruesome photos, ones she couldn’t seem to stomach. As Emily began to actually look at the victims, she couldn’t help the gut wrenching feeling that arose as she glanced at the blonde standing in front of her. They all look exactly alike. The thought sent chills down her spine.

Before JJ began presenting the case, she glanced upon the brunette to try and understand how she felt about it. JJ saw what no one else did, the dread and fear that rose in Emily’s eyes. She shook it off and began explaining the situation to her team, “four victims as of now. They’re all in their mid-twenties with blonde hair and blue eyes. They were born in different states, but ended up in Washington. They all seemed to be single, but they were still in contact with their families. They worked different jobs and lived in different areas. All the victims had a different COD-”

“-Then why are we even looking at this case,” interrupted Emily. Locking eyes with her, JJ couldn’t help but soften her gaze at the brunette as she realized just how badly this case was affecting her. Emily’s knee was bouncing and her hands seemed to play with themselves. We can’t take this case. Does nobody else in this room seem to realize just how alike JJ and the victims look. They could be siblings for fucks sake. Emily’s breath seemed labored and she didn’t even want to look at the file in front of her for another second.

Before JJ could respond, Hotch cut in, “we’re taking this case because of the signature.” He nodded to the blonde, in which she then clicked to the next set of pictures. She turned away from the screen, her face morphing into one of disgust, “each victim had a message carved into their back.” The team stared on in horror as they read what was shown. Tick tock. Her time is running out. You won’t find me. I’m just getting started.

“No. Please don’t tell me we have to go look for an unsub who seems to be killing exact replicas of JJ,” stated Emily. She stared at JJ, pleading to see reason and to not take the case, no matter how selfish it seemed because she was keeping a secret no one knew. I won’t let the woman I love willingly put herself in harm’s way.

Hotch responded, “Emily. I know none of us want to investigate a case like this, but we have to. If we don’t, there’s no telling how bad the spree is going to get. That said, Garcia will update us if anything happens and we’ll brainstorm on the plane. Wheels up in twenty.” David was the first to leave the room. Soon after was Derek and Spencer. As Hotch was about to leave, he glanced back at the women for a split second before going to get his things in order.

As soon as Hotch was out the door, Emily shot up out of her seat and rushed towards the blonde, who was still standing by the screen. She grasped both of her hands desperately. “JJ, please, at least tell me you’re not going. You have to see the resemblance between you and the victims. I’m not going to let you get hurt. Please don’t come with us,” pleaded Emily.

JJ squeezed her hands, “well if you’re not going to let me get hurt, then I don’t really see an issue. Emily, even if I didn’t want to come, who’s going to handle the media when things get bad. They already started calling him The Messenger. I’ll be fine, the team will protect me.” She smiled gratefully at the woman in front of her, “I’ll be ok Em, don’t worry so much.” She slid her hands from the brunette’s grasp and walked out the door, towards her office.

Emily ’s heart felt heavy as she watched her retreating form. How can I not worry about you? I love you.

On the jet, the team just ended their call with Garcia, and as soon as she cut the line by saying, “I’m like the wind: back in a flash... or is that lightning?,” the air was so tense, it could’ve been cut with a knife. Dave sat in front of Hotch, the two brainstorming ideas about the unsub. Morgan and Spencer were talking, mostly about the case, but every once in a while, Morgan would try to lighten the mood by talking about Spencer’s haircut. The two would crack a smile before they resumed talking about the horrors of the case.

Towards the back of the jet, JJ was looking through the file when she felt someone occupy the seat next to her. She glanced up and saw Emily place two cups of coffee on the table in front of them. “Oh thank god,” the blonde exhaled, “you don’t even know how much I need this,” she sighed. Pulling the steaming mug up towards her face and taking a deep breath, she exhaled, “I needed this more than I realized.” After taking a sip from the steaming dark liquid, she looked up to see Emily staring at her.

How can someone look perfect while drinking coffee? Oh who am I kidding, she always looks perfect. Realizing she was caught gawking, Emily instantly looked away, a flush creeping up her face. “Sorry,” she mumbled. Trying not to make it more awkward between the two, Emily opened up her case file, “so what are your thoughts about how the unsub kills them?”

Amused, JJ states, “I don’t think they actually know which way they prefer killing yet. Yes, while the unsub doesn’t have any hesitation marks, it seems as if this is their first time because of all the different COD’s. So I think they’re trying to figure out which way excites them the most.”

“The carving of the messages in their backs are exciting enough,” grumbled Emily. She attempted to pay more attention to the photos, but every time she looked at a victim, all she could see was JJ lying there with her eyes open, all cut up and bloody. She shook her head, as if to clear the image from her mind. She turned to see JJ staring at her quizzically. As Emily looked into the blue eyes in front of her, she saw the question are you okay? staring back at her. She nodded her head and gave a small smile, hoping to convince the woman in front of her that she shouldn’t be worried. Emily began to look at the pictures once again. She tensed up when she felt something brush along her arm, but relaxed when she realized that it was just JJ leaning her head on the brunette’s shoulder. Emily felt butterflies swarm her stomach when the smaller woman curled up into her side, seeking warmth. In a matter of seconds, JJ was out cold, leaving Emily to gaze lovingly at her, hoping and wishing that she could keep her safe from harm. Deep down though, Emily knew that not everything was in her control, and she hated it. Making sure no one was paying them any attention, she placed a loving kiss on the top of the sleeping woman’s head and when the blonde curled even more into her side, Emily wanted to capture this moment forever. She’ll be ok. I won’t let anything happen to her. Kept running through her head like a mantra. Soon after, she succumbed to exhaustion and let sleep take her.

Emily awoke to the feeling of the jet hitting the runway. Shaking off her grogginess, she looked down next to her and felt the butterflies rise up yet once again when she saw the blonde still curled up into her side. She smiled at the sleeping woman before shaking her slightly. “Come on Jayje. You need to wake up, we’re here,” whispered Emily.

In response, JJ grunted and shifted farther into Emily’s side. “Not yet,” she grumbled. Hearing a bark of laughter, she peeked her eyes open and looked up at the woman laughing at her. “It’s not funny Em. I barely slept and I’m tired. I need more coffee,” JJ complained. She reached across the table and picked up Emily’s coffee and took a long sip. Looking over the rim of the glass, she saw Emily attempting to stifle her laughter behind a smirk. She gently smacked the older woman’s arm and feigned shock. “You dare laugh at me Prentiss, well we’ll see who’s laughing when I finish your coffee,” joked JJ.

As Emily smiled at her, the blonde could see her eyes gleaming with mischief, but before she was able to act on it, Hotch’s voice boomed over the jet, “Prentiss, you’re with Morgan. You two go to the crime scenes and see if we missed anything. Reid and David, you two go to the morgue and try and find more information about the COD’s and messages. JJ and I will head to the police precinct to set up. Jennifer I need you to start handling the media and get rid of that ridiculous name. It only fuels the unsub’s desire.”

“Sir, I don’t mean any disrespect, but you can’t seriously consider putting JJ in front of all those cameras when all the victims look exactly like her,” argued Emily. She looked at the blonde next to her with worry shining in her eyes.

JJ reached for Emily’s hand and squeezed it softly, “I’ll be fine Em, like I said, I have you and the team to protect me. Hotch is right, I need to handle the media. That’s my job.”

“But-,” Emily started again, but when she looked at Hotch, she knew there was no point in arguing. She excused herself from JJ’s grasp and went towards the bathroom, pulling out her phone and dialing the only number she thought could help.

“Office of Unfettered Omniscience. Penelope Garcia is in. Speak, oh fortunate one,” rang Penelope’s voice through the line. Emily smiled to herself and reminded herself to check if Penelope was on anything. “I need you to do me a favor PG. Can you please keep an eye on JJ? Track her location, make sure she’s ok. It doesn’t matter to me as long as she isn’t in danger,” Emily requested. Garcia’s voice rang out, “of course E, you know how important she is to all of us. I know you guys won’t let anything happen to her, but if it makes you feel better, I can keep an eye on her. Just in case.” “Thank you, I’m just worried about her, and it seems like I’m the only one. It’s frustrating,” fumed Emily. “I know sweet cheeks, but it’s a part of the job,” reminded Garcia. “I know, I know. But it doesn’t make it any easier. Thanks Pen, I’ll keep you updated,” Emily responded. “Over and out,” chirped Garcia. Turning back towards the team, she let her eyes roam over each member before they settled on the blonde who was looking out the window with a look on her face that Emily couldn’t seem to decipher. I have to tell her. She has to know before something happens, because with our team’s luck, something is going to happen. Grow up Prentiss, just tell her. What’s the worst that could happen? We could stop talking completely and she could act like I don’t even exist. Fuck Prentiss, just tell her already. After boosting her confidence, Emily began walking towards JJ in hopes of finally telling her how she’s felt for so long. Emily noticed that when JJ saw that she was walking towards her, a smile lit up the blonde’s face which was immediately mirrored by the older woman. Emily slid in next to JJ and reached for her hands. Clearing her throat and staring down at their entwined hands, Emily began, “Jen, there really isn’t a good time to say this, but I have to say it. Please forgive me, but I have to tell you. Jennifer I-” “We have to hit the ground rolling. Let’s go everyone,” interrupted Hotch. “Just perfect,” Emily mumbled. She looked up into the crystal blue eyes and sighed, “Don’t worry about it, I’ll tell you later.” Or never. The blonde simply nodded and gave Emily one of her dazzling smiles.

While on the jet, Morgan was able to witness the entire scene unfold. As he and Emily were walking onto the crime scenes, he questioned, “so princess. What was that on the jet?” Nearly choking on the water she was drinking, Emily managed to sputter out, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Derek merely laughed and nodded, “Alright princess, but just know, I’ll find out soon enough.” Emily glared at him as she walked up to the fourth victim’s body. As soon as they arrived at the body and saw the message I’m just getting started carved into her back, both put the topic at hand in the back of their heads and focused on the case.

Spencer and Rossi were chatting amongst themselves as they waited for the autopsy results. “It’s strange that the unsub hasn’t settled on a COD, especially because it seems as if carving the messages is really what gets them off. I would think that since they enjoy carving them in, they would also want the victim to die by knife,“ inquired Spencer. With a grimace, Rossi realized that the kid is right, yet once again, “well, maybe the unsub just gets off on the whole ordeal and it doesn’t matter what they use to kill the victims. Maybe they kill the victims based on whatever’s easiest in the moment.” As Spencer was thinking about it, the forensic pathologist walked in with some information. She began, “so we got the results from the autopsy and let me tell you guys, it isn’t pretty. So it seems as if the victims had the messages carved into their backs while they were alive.” Pausing so she could register the reactions of the agents in front of her, she wasn’t shocked when she saw the disgust and horror flash on their faces. She continued, “based on the laceration marks on their wrists, it seems like they were suspended from something and their feet were barely scraping the floor. They were severely dehydrated and it seems like they were kept for a span of three days, if not shorter. Here’s the crazy bit though, the COD for each victim was actually the same. They all bled out.” Shock ran across Spencer’s features before morphing into understanding, “the victims died when the message was carved into their backs. The rest of it was forensic countermeasure.” At this point, Rossi wasn’t shocked with the news, the only indication that he had even registered what had been said was how his shoulders drooped lower and the fatigue on his face became more prominent. “Alright kid, let’s get back to the team and let them know what we found out,” Rossi sighed. Both agents thanked the forensic pathologist and began their drive down to the precinct.

At the precinct, JJ was attempting to control the media as Hotch began to set up the team’s room. Bracing herself for all the questions, she took a deep breath and began, “I know you all have questions, and I’ll try to answer them as best as I can, but the first thing that needs to happen is the name, The Messenger, needs to be forgotten. Call the killer an unsub. Giving the unsub a name only fuels their desire to kill again. Now, any questions?” A flurry of hands shot up and voices seemed to ring out from all directions. One reporter managed to make his question heard by the media liaison, “should everyone be worried about being next, or does the unsub have a specific type?” “As of now, they do seem to have a specific type, but everyone should be vigilant, and if you see or hear something, say something,” JJ managed to reply before she was barraged with more questions. “What does the police know?” “Do you have any suspects?” “Is there an end goal or is it just for entertainment?” “Where is the rest of your team now?” “Have you ever seen something like this before” Before she was able to answer any of the endless questions, one question in particular made her freeze in place. “You look like them. Do you think you’re the ‘her’ that was referenced in the message ‘her time is running out’ because you look alike?” Unable to form an answer, she simply responded, “that’s all the time we have for questions,” and walked off the stage and back into the precinct. She rushed to the bathroom in hopes of calming her nerves. She leaned over the sink, gripping the edge until her knuckles turned white. After what felt like hours, her breathing finally evened out and the tears in her eyes were no longer there. She washed her face and fixed her hair before she walked out, not noticing the worried look that was sent her way by none other than the brunette.

The team gathered in the room and began debriefing each other on the new information each of them found. As Emily passed by JJ, she reached out and squeezed her shoulder, signaling to the younger agent that she wasn��t alone. JJ looked up at Emily gratefully, eyes shining with a thank you. As Emily took her seat by JJ, she was surprised when the blonde grabbed her hand, intertwining their fingers together under the table.

As the room settled, Hotch was the first to speak, “Morgan and Prentiss, what did you two find out?” “Not much that we didn’t already know. We know he has a secondary location because there wasn’t any blood at the crime scene. They were all positioned where the message was clearly visible meaning it’s the most important thing to the unsub. None of the victims were placed in the same place, but all of them were placed in a location where there would be a large majority of people,” Derek informed the team. “So the unsub wants the victims to be found. He wants his message to be broadcasted,” concluded JJ. Emily spared a glance at the woman next to her, giving her hand a squeeze causing JJ to smile slightly. Emily jumped in, “we already know that the unsub’s evil, what did you two find out at the morgue?”

Before Rossi was able to debrief the team on the new information, Spencer interrupted, “evil can’t be scientifically defined. It’s an illusory moral concept that doesn’t exist in nature. Its origins and connotations have been inextricably linked to religion and mythology.” As he looked around, he saw all of the confused faces and decided to drop it, motioning to Rossi to take over. With a smile tugging at his lips, Rossi thanked Spencer for the information, “Thanks for that boy wonder, but what we found at the morgue does explain a lot. It turns out that the actual COD of all the victims was blood loss. They were all alive when they had the messages carved into their backs and that’s how they died.” Hotch intervened, “I think this means that we can believe that this unsub is experienced because their cuts are clean without any hesitation marks. That said, I believe it’s a Caucasian male in their early to mid thirties because as we saw in the crime scene photos, the unsub placed the bodies in an area where there’s nothing there. So the unsub would have to carry the bodies from their car to the drop off location which would take a large amount of strength.” Reid decided to jump in, “unsubs don’t tend to cross racial lines so he would be Caucasian because all of his victims are Caucasian. Since all his victims are in their mid twenties, he should-“

The phone ringing cut Spencer off and when the line was answered, Penelope’s voice rang out, “hello my big beautiful crime fighters. I come with bad news, like bad bad, like all the puppy photos on the internet got deleted bad.” Everyone tensed up waiting for Penelope to continue, “Anyways, back to the case. There’s been another body.” Emily turned towards JJ to see that the color drained out of her face and her jaw was clenched. With her free hand, Emily rubbed small circles on JJ’s back, attempting to comfort her. Leaning into her touch, JJ all but curled up into Emily, seeking protection from the news that was just dropped. “Unfortunately, that’s not all. The message that was carved into her back said I’m coming for her,” Penelope continued. As soon as the words left Penelope’s mouth, the reporter’s question from earlier in the day bounced around in JJ’s head. Do you think you’re the her? The contents in her stomach threatened to come out so she jumped out of her seat and rushed to the bathroom, where she then relieved her contents into the toilet. “Thanks Garcia,” Hotch replied. He turned towards the brunette who was looking where the blonde ran and nodded in her direction, causing her to run after the younger woman.

As soon as Emily opened the bathroom door, she was hit with the sound of sobbing coming from one of the stalls. She cautiously opened the stall and was broken when she looked down at the woman in front of her. JJ’s eyes were getting red from the tears and her cheeks were stained from the falling tears. Emily opened her arms and JJ practically jumped into them, seeking comfort from the only person that she knew could help. “Come here Jen, I got you,” reassured the older agent. JJ clung onto her like she was a lifeline because she essentially was. Emily kept running her hands through the blonde’s hair and rubbing small circles on her back while whispering sweet nothings into her ear in hopes of calming her down. For the two of them, it was like they were in their own little bubble where no one could hurt them. As JJ was finally able to even out her breathing, she pulled back from Emily’s grasp slightly. She looked up into Emily’s eyes, silently thanking her for everything.

As Emily looked at the woman in front of her, she felt the urge to lean in, but she couldn’t do that to her, especially after everything that just happened. So she simply glanced down, wishing that she could kiss the blonde and tell her how she feels. God I love her. When we make it out of this, I’m going to tell her. Instead, Emily pulled her back into an embrace, kissed the top of her head, and pulled her out of the restroom, where the team was waiting for them. Hotch looked at Emily, questioning whether the blonde was ok or not. She simply shrugged and focused her attention back on the younger agent.

Hotch called out, “That’s all we can do for today, everyone head back to the hotel. Everyone gets their own room. Except for Jennifer and Prentiss. I want you two sharing a room just in case something were to happen, it’s safer.” Both women were secretly overjoyed because even if Hotch didn’t give them a room together, they would’ve ended up in the same room.

After a short car ride that was filled with silence, the team arrived at their hotel. Courtesy of Penelope, the team’s rooms were all next to each other. As Derek was closing his door, he called out, “goodnight mom, dad, princesses, and pretty boy.” The women scoffed and shared a quick smile with the agent as they walked into their respective room, locking the door behind them.

“I call the left side of the bed,” Emily said almost immediately, her eyes twinkling with joy. In response, JJ pouted, “you always get the left side.” Emily let out a laugh, “because it’s my side,” and began undressing so she could change into her pajamas. JJ grumbled a reply that couldn’t be heard by the older agent, but she still put her go-bag on the right side. She unzipped it and began shuffling through its contents, looking for a big t-shirt and shorts.

Emily plopped down on the corner of the bed once she was done and watched the blonde carefully. After the blonde shifted through all of the content in the bag, and didn’t find what she was looking for, she turned and looked at Emily, who had her mouth quirked up into a smile. JJ didn’t understand why until she took a closer look and realized that the other woman was wearing the clothes she just spent ten minutes looking for. Before JJ could protest, Emily explained, “you took my coffee earlier, so I’m taking your clothes.” Not to mention, they smell like her. Unable to say no to Emily, JJ simply questioned, “well then, what am I supposed to wear to bed?” Emily reached behind her and pulled out her own pajamas, handing them to the blonde. JJ snatched the clothes from her outstretched arm and began undressing while muttering about how Emily should wear her own clothes. Unable to help herself, the older agent gawked at JJ’s body when she was undressing. Feeling eyes on her, JJ looked up and locked eyes with Emily which caused her face to redden. Emily instantly looked away, ashamed that she was caught gawking. What is wrong with me? I’ve seen her change a million times before. What’s so different about this time?

Once she was done changing, JJ set her go-bag on the floor next to the bed and jumped under the covers, wrapping herself up like a burrito. She patted the empty spot next to her, her head peeking out from under the covers to look at Emily. The brunette couldn’t stifle her laughter at the sight in front of her, so she simply turned off the lights and crawled under the covers next to the blonde, mimicking her burrito position. The smiles that were on their faces reached their ears.

Suddenly, the smile that lit up JJ’s face disappeared and she instantly turned sombre. “Em, do you think I’m the her that the unsub’s talking about? I don’t want to be. God I really hope I’m not, but I can’t come up with another idea of who she might be,” JJ whispered. Emily didn’t respond, instead, she wrapped her arms around the smaller woman and pulled her close, running her hand through the long blonde hair while tracing imaginary circles on her back. This caused JJ to rest her head in the crook of Emily’s neck, breathing in her comforting scent. The two stayed in this position for what seemed like an eternity. When Emily felt JJ’s breath even out, she kissed the top of her head and whispered, “I love you.” Hidden from the brunette, the blonde smiled to herself. I love you too.

The next morning, JJ woke up entangled in Emily’s arms. She shifted so she could gaze upon the sleeping woman next to her, taking in every feature, lingering on her lips. Suddenly, they moved, “didn’t your mother ever tell you it’s not nice to stare at people Jayje?” She gave the blonde a lopsided grin as she peeked one eye open. JJ scoffed, grabbed a pillow, and smacked the older woman in the face, unable to hold in her laughter as Emily feigned hurt. “We both know I’d absolutely destroy you in a pillow fight Jen. You don’t want to start with me,” she joked. Putting the pillows back on the bed, the brunette stretched, hoping to shake off her grogginess. Sighing, she got out of the bed, pulling the younger woman up with her, “even though I don’t want to, we have to get ready and get down to the precinct.” Looking up into Emily’s eyes, JJ asked, “coffee?” The brunette simply nodded with a smile ghosting her lips and went to grab her go-bag so she could get ready for work.

After their quick coffee stop, the women walked into the precinct with a coffee for everyone, the both of them sitting next to each other once again. As they took their places around the table, Morgan called Garica. Before the first ring even ended, the line was answered and Penelope’s voice rang out, “challenge me, you beautiful behavioral analyst.” Letting out a laugh, Morgan requested, “hey baby girl, I need you to find all Caucasian males who are in their early to mid thirties.” “I need more to cut down the list crime fighters. This list is a whopper,” Penelope responded. It was Reid’s voice who cut through next, “he would have a normal job that gave him a lot of free time to be able to abduct, torture, and kill the women. He would have to own a large property because he needs a lot of space and his victims need to be isolated.” Emily jumped in, “he would be single since he doesn’t have time for a significant other because he’s spending most of his time with his victims.” “Ok my beauties, I’ll hit you back when I have more. Garcia out,” Penelope replied as she ended the call. Hotch stood up out of his seat and began assigning his team tasks, ‘’Prentiss, I want you and JJ to try and control the media. They’re having a field day with the fifth victim. Morgan and Rossi, you two try and shorten the list that Garcia has. Reid, work on the geographical profile. I’ll head over to the fifth victim’s crime scene and look over everything we have to see if we missed anything.” As the team walked out to complete their assignments, Hotch pulled Emily back, “Keep her safe Prentiss. I didn’t want her on her own, especially since that last victim.” She nodded in a silent promise that she wouldn’t let anything happen to the blonde.

In the SUV, Emily tried her best to watch over JJ while keeping her eyes on the road. JJ’s knee was bouncing up and down and her breathing seemed forced. Noticing the distress behind the movements, Emily pulled off to the side, putting the car in park. She reached over the center console and gripped both of JJ’s hands, running her thumbs along the soft knuckles. Emily looked into JJ’s eyes, seeing the fear that was shining through. “Come on Jayje, you know you can talk to me. Please let me in,” pleaded Emily. Dropping her eyes from Emily’s, because they were staring at her intensely. “I know I can Em, it’s just hard. Yes I’m scared for my safety, I mean who wouldn’t be, but I’m terrified for your safety,” JJ confessed. Emily was speechless after hearing the blonde’s confession, so JJ decided to remove herself from Emily’s grasp and turn towards the window, letting her thoughts consume her. If I know she loves me, why can’t I just tell her that I love her? Oh God, how I want to be with her. I just can’t let her get hurt because of me. Emily turned towards the steering wheel, unsure of what to do except to keep driving. The rest of the ride to the conference was silent, both women engrossed in their own minds.

Rossi and Derek were looking over the list that Penelope managed to send. Every once in a while, a name would get crossed off because the man didn’t seem to fit the profile. It took a total of roughly three hours and two coffee pots to get through all the names. When Derek finally leaned back into his chair, done looking at the final suspect on the list, he sighed from sheer exhaustion, “Damn Rossi, Penelope was right, that was one hell of a list.” Derek dialled Penelope and after a minute, they heard “He who seeks the Queen of All Knowledge, speak and be recognized.” Chuckling to himself, Derek managed to inform Garcia about the new list, “hey baby girl, we cut down the list to 7 men, we need you to dig deeper on them and let us know what you find.” “Like you even have to ask. Back in a flash,” Garcia responded and ended the call. Rossi stood, grabbing the files on the table, “let’s go see if Hotch could use any help.” The two men cleaned up the office and closed the door behind them as they left.

Reid was looking through the geographical profile that they had in place, updating it with new information from the most recent murder. He was able to map out a circle with a radius of twenty miles. As he looked at the map, he saw a few properties that would be perfect for the unsub. I should talk to Garcia and see if she can find anything out about the houses in this area. After he was satisfied with the geographical profile, Reid left the room so he could update Hotch and Penelope.

The conference took a toll on both agents. Emily spent a majority of her time making sure JJ was ok after particularly difficult questions. As soon as they left the conference, Emily felt as if she was being watched so she glanced around, but when she didn’t see anything out of the ordinary, she shook off her chills and resumed walking towards the SUV with JJ. When they got to the car, the women decided to head to the precinct to see if their team had any new leads. Although music was playing in the background, both agents were silent, each sorting through the thoughts that occupied their minds. After what seemed like an eternity, JJ was the first to speak, “Emily. There’s been something on my mind and I have to tell you before it’s too late.” Emily glanced at the blonde quizzically, completely oblivious to what the younger agent was trying to say. You already started, you can’t just leave her hanging, just tell her. You know how she feels about you. Just do it already Jareau. Taking a deep breath to steel her nerves, JJ continued, “the other night, when you-”

Suddenly, the car was rammed, causing Emily to hit her head on the steering wheel and lose consciousness. In desperation, JJ grabbed the wheel and attempted to keep the car from crashing, but there was no use. The car drove into a lamppost, causing the airbags to expand. The smell of gasoline that was in the air was easily recognizable. There was destruction everywhere. Pieces of metal and glass littered the ground. Smoke billowed through from under the hood of the damaged car. The last thing JJ saw before she lost consciousness was Emily slumped in her seat, blood pouring from the cut on her head. She reached out weakly, cupping Emily’s pale cheek before dropping her hand. She whispered, “I love you too Em,” and succumbed to the darkness.

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chapter eight -- evening conversations

FOR THE past several weeks, Ophelia remained unit chief, this time without Hotch, as he was still on personal leave. During that time, she wondered if she should contact him, reach out to see if he needed help. She couldn't help but worry that would make Aaron feel rushed into talking about the events that took place , however. She decided to give him a while, to spend time with his son, and rest. After catching wind that he would be returning, she decided it would be a good time to possibly catch up with him. After all, she deeply missed their evening conversations and discussing their lives with one another. Of course, they would never share much about their personal lives, only their work lives.

"Have you talked to Hotch?" Spencer asked as Ophelia sat down at her new desk next to him. She avoided his eyes and organized the sprawled papers in front of her instead. "No, I haven't" She answered softly, opening up a file and beginning to write. Spencer knew this of course. "He's been asking about you," This caught Ophelia's attention. She immediately faced his smug face. "He has?" She quizzed him, lighting biting the inside of her cheek. He nodded and took a sip of his third cup of coffee. "Looks like Ophelia's got a boy crush," Derek teased as he sat across from her. She rolled her eyes and buried herself in her paperwork for the rest of the day, rarely letting her mind wander to how Aaron was doing.

Several hours later, all of the agents had filed out for the night, except for Ophelia. She had finished her paperwork, and was waiting anxiously by her phone, internally arguing with herself on whether she should pick it up or not. Her body got the best of her mind and she snatched the phone off of her desk and dialed Aaron's number. He picked up before she could recount her decision. "Ophelia?" Ophelia. "Yeah, hi," She began, an idiot grin forming on her face. "Can I come over?" She even surprised herself with her bravery; asking her boss if she could come over. There was a short pause on Aaron's end of the call before he answered. "Uh, yeah-- sure, I just put Jack to bed," He replied. Ophelia's smile grew wider. "Okay, I'm, uh-- on my way," She breathed. Hotch let out a small chuckle. "Okay," Ophelia could hear his smile through the speaker.

She softly knocked on his apartment door, hearing his signature thudding footsteps trail towards her. He swung the door open, smiling weakly as he met her familiar face. It was calming to see her, something consistent in his life. He was wearing an emerald quarter zip and grey sweatpants. Other than a hospital gown, all Ophelia had seen him in was a black suit. It was refreshing to see him in something comfortable, and he looked admittedly attractive. "Hi," She blushed. He mirrored her rouge. "Hi," He opened to door all the way and allowed her into his home. He shut the door behind her and watched at she surveyed his cozy living room. His apartment was similar to his office; tidy, yet warm and inviting. "Would you like a drink?" He asked, gesturing towards the small bar in the corner of the lounging area. She nodded; the smile had never left her face. "Scotch or white?" He asked, grabbing two glasses from the shelves below the small table top. "White, please," She replied, still taking in her surroundings. The leather, plush-looking couch was a definite upgrade from that god-awful hospital chair. She looked back at Aaron to see him offering her a glass, filled half way with chilled white wine. "Thank you," He took her bag from her arm and placed it on a hook next to his coats. "Sit," He offered, nursing his own glass of scotch. She obeyed and took the seat on the opposite end of the couch and tucked her feet beneath her thighs. Hotch crossed one leg over the other in her direction, his body language still open to her. "So how've you been doing?" Hotch's face grew tired. He really didn't want to get into how he was feeling. Truthfully, because he didn't have an answer. All he felt was numbness, besides the overwhelming guilt he gained from having a connection to his ex-wife's killer. "Trying not to think about it," He responded admittedly, taking a large sip of his scotch. She sighed. She couldn't imagine how he was feeling. She had no idea what to say to comfort him. "I don't know who my parents are," She blurted out. His eyes fell on her at once, confused. "They left me at a fire station," She gulped; it was too late to backtrack on her story now. "I bounced between different children's homes my entire life. There wasn't a big foster community where I grew up, so I never really had parents," His eyes glinted with sympathy; his parents had died, but he was an adult by then. "Why are you telling me this," Her soft face remained unfazed as she retold her childhood. He couldn't gather her intentions. “Because you have a family," She lent him a comforting expression. "Everywhere you go, Jack, the team, and I will always be your family," A soft smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. "I asked to come over because I wanted to offer my help" She continued, reaching her hand out to the middle of the three-seater. "I'm here for you, Aaron," He looked at her hand, inches away from his, and looked back at her honeyed eyes. Instead of taking her hand like he so longed to do, he stood up, his now empty glass still in his hand. Ophelia withdrew her hand back into her lap as she watched Aaron loop around the side of the couch, now directly in front of her. "Thank you," He sighed, his familiarly firm expression gazing down at her. He left her there, defeated, to wash his glass in the sink a few feet away. She rose to her feet, meeting him on the other side of the island. She wasn't going to give up that easily. Just before she looked at him to speak, a small voice caught their attention from the other side of the room. "Daddy?" Ophelia turned around to see little Jack with wrinkled fish pajamas, rubbing his eyes. "Go back to bed, buddy," He called in a kind voice. Jack apparently didn't like this idea because he walked up to Ophelia instead. "Hi," He greeted her, his voice still meek and tired. Ophelia gave him a welcoming smile and bent down to his level. "Hi, Jack," She offered her hand to the boy. "My name is Ophelia. I work with your daddy," Jack squeezed her hand lightly and pushed his light brown hair out of his eyes. "So you fight bad guys?" His expression immediately perked up, no longer in his dreaming haze. Ophelia nodded. "You betcha!" She poked his small, round belly and he giggled. "Can you tell me stories about my dad fighting bad guys?" Aaron couldn't help but smile. "Oh, yeah, I've got lots of those," His eyes widened as he gasped and redirected his eyes to his father. “Can she tell me a bedtime story, daddy? Please?" He begged his father, drawing out the 'please'. Aaron sighed, but his smile remained. "One story. Then to bed." Before he could finish, Jack ran off to his room. Ophelia and Aaron shared a reassuring look before she turned to follow the boy. Aaron stayed behind to finish the dishes that piled on the counter.

Moments later, Aaron appeared in the doorway to see Ophelia, sitting next to Jack laying in his bed. "And just as the bad guy was about to get me, your daddy tackled him!" Her hands attached to the boys stomach, tickling him. He laughed, trying to separate her hands from him. "Then Morgan cuffed the guy," She continued as if she were talking to one of her coworkers. Aaron felt an overwhelming sense of warmth and joy as he saw Ophelia doing so well with his son. He hadn't looked at Ophelia in this way before this moment, but seeing the warm light from Jack's lamp illuminating her features made her look like the most beautiful woman Aaron had ever seen. And then, all he could see was her and Jack. Nothing else. "Without your daddy, we would've been in BIG trouble with that guy," She finished. Jack smiled up at her, proud of his father. Aaron shook himself out of his daze but his smile remained. "Time for bed, buddy," He stepped forward, now right next to Ophelia as she stood up. Jack let out a groan of protest that was ignored by Aaron. "Tell Miss Ophelia goodnight," He gestured towards her and she couldn't help but stare at him. "Goodnight, Miss Ophelia," Jack chimed, sounding defeated. She redirected her focus on Jack. She waved at him. "Goodnight, Jack. Sweet dreams," She trailed out of the room, leaning on the door frame as Aaron bid goodnight to his son, kissed him on the forehead, and turned off his lamp. She exited the hallway and back into the living room as Aaron gently shut the door to Jack's room. "Thank you," He nodded admittedly, a smile still lingering on his face. Maybe she could be of some help to him, and Jack especially. "Anytime, Aaron,"

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screamxqueenx94 · 3 years

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Heart Monitor Part 1// Teen Wolf Series Rewrite

A/N: Finally have time to post this! Hope you guys enjoy! (Not my GIF)

Warnings: none

Pairing: Isaac Lahey x OC!Charli Vérszívó; eventually Stiles Stilinski x OC!Charli Vérszívó

Italics= inner thoughts

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I wake up the next morning and get ready for school. I put on a black rose shirt and ripped skinny jeans and throw a flannel over it, unbuttoned. I throw on my beanie and head downstairs to the kitchen where my dad is waiting for me with his arms crossed.

"What's up?" I ask, reaching for the mug sitting on the counter for me.

I got to take a sip, when he puts his hand over it and guides back down. He crosses his arms back over his chest. He looks down at the floor, then back to me.

"What's wrong?" I ask.

"There was an attack at your school last night…" He informs me.

"Sheriff Stilinski was hurt..." He continues with sympathy filling his voice.

"What happened? Is he okay?" I ask concerned.

"He'll be alright, nothing serious, but that's not important right now."

There's a pause of silence. I get a sense of chills up my spine, fearing what he's going to say next.

"We were attacked by a mountain lion." He continues.

"You stopped it, right? Y--you stopped it before it could hurt anyone, right?" I ask, setting the mug down completely and approaching him a little closer.

"No, but someone else did…" he answered quietly.

"W--who?" I ask nervously.

"Chris Argent…"

I look at him confused. "Allison's dad?"

He just nods his head.

"Well that's good then, right? I mean, if he stopped it from hurting people then it's a good--" he cuts me off.

"It's not good for us, Charli." He states.

"I'm confused." I state.

He sighs, uncrosses his arms and rests one hand on the counter, then looks at me with a thoughtful look. "The Argents are supernatural hunters… they kill people like us…"

I just look at him in shock. I step back, unsure what to do or even say. He then steps closer with a stern look in his eye.

"I want you to stay away from Allison, do you understand me?"

"B--but, Dad--" he cuts me off again.

"I mean it, Charli! Stay. Away. From Allison." He spits harshly.

I huff and cross my arms across my chest. I look down, then back to him.

"Fine…" I answer through gritted teeth. I grab my mug, down it, wipe my mouth and start heading to the door.

As I open the door, he calls back to me. I turn to him. He tosses me my keys. "Just got it back from the shop this morning. Drive safe."

I turn back to the door and slam it behind me.

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I get to school and already, its hard to avoid Allison. She's around literally every corner and I practically collide with Scott. He quickly helps me pick up my stuff and is all nervous about something.

"What's going on with you?" I ask.

"Trying to avoid Allison, Jackson and Lydia…" he hands me my last book "...what about you?" He continued.

"Pretty much the same. My dad's rule." I inform him casually.

"Have you talked to Stiles today?" He asked.

"No, I think he might be mad at me." I answer.

"You too?"

I just nod. We both look forward as we walk to class.

"My dad's worried that the Argents are gonna hunt us." I admit.

"I haven't even had the chance to even think about that." He confides.

"Me either… until my dad said something." I sigh and look away.

Scott puts his hand on my shoulder. I look back at him. "Hey, it's gonna be okay." He reassures.

"You really think so?" I ask, not fully convinced.

"Yeah, we'll figure something out." He reassures again.

I faintly smile at him. He smiles back. The warning bell rings, then we say our goodbyes and go our separate ways.

As I enter my Geometry class, Allison and Lydia are sitting in the back of the class, talking and giggling to each other, then Allison sees me and waves me over.

Remember what Dad said. Stay away from Allison…

I try to go for the desk on the other side of the room, but someone else took the seat, then I try to go for the desk in the front next to Danny, but Jackson sits down and gives me a smirk and stupid air smooch that makes me wanna gag. Now the only seat left is in front of Allison. I keep my head down and slide into the seat.

The late bell rings and Allison leans forward and taps on my shoulder. "Hey, are you okay?" She asks concerned.

"Y--yeah. Jus--just got a lot on my mind." I stutter, barely looking back at her.

"Oh, did you get a bad report at parent teacher conference?" Lydia asks, fixing her make up in her compact mirror.

I roll my eyes and lie through my teeth. "Yeah. I'm totally grounded. I got in so much trouble."

"Well if you want, I can help you bring some of your grades up…" Allison offers. "Hey, maybe we can go to that cute little cafe down the block after school and I can help you study!" She continues positively.

Quick, lie! "Oh, I'd love that, but I can't. My dad won't let me go anywhere since I'm grounded." Good job.

"Oh… well, hey, no problem, I'm sure we can work something out!" Oh my God, she actually believed it! I don't know if I can keep doing this to her…

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I leave class and start walking down the hall when I catch some of Stiles and Scott's conversation.

"So he wants you to tap into your animal side and get angry?"

"Yep."

"Correct me if I'm wrong, but every time you do that, you try to kill someone. That someone is usually me." Stiles reminds

"Or me." I insert, walking up next to Stiles, who seems surprised to see me.

"I know! That what he means by he's not sure he can teach me. I have to be able to control it." Scott informs us.

"How's he gonna do that?" I ask.

"I don't know. I don't think he does either." Scott answers.

"When are you seeing him again?" Stiles asks, slightly frustrated.

"He told me not to talk about it. To act normal and get through the day." Scott tells him.

Stiles stops Scott, making me stop too. "When?" He asks.

"He's picking me up at the animal clinic after work."

Oh boy, I can see those gears turning.

"After work, okay. That gives us the end of the school day then." Stiles tells him.

"To do what?" Scott asks.

"To teach you ourselves." Stiles answers, gesturing between me and him.

He walks away and Scott and I look at each other.

"Don't look at me like that." I tell him, then follow close behind Stiles as Scott just watches us, mouth hanging open.

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At lunch, Scott is hiding behind a text book, while I sit next to him, using my hair and beanie to hide my face. We watch as Lydia walks away as Stiles eats an apple.

He grabs the top of the book and pulls it slightly down. "I think the book is making it more obvious." He retorts.

I try to hide my smile. "You're not doing any better of a job either." He shoots at me, making my smile disappear.

"Besides, she's reading anyway." He tells us as he looks behind him.

I push my hair out of my face and fix my hat while Scott still hides. I start picking at the food on my tray and listening in on the rest of our conversation.

"Did you come up witha plan yet?" Scott asks, peeking out from behind the book.

"I think so." Stiles replies, taking a bite from his apple.

"Does that mean you don't hate me now?"

"No, but your crap has infiltrated my life, so now I have to do something about it..." Stiles takes a second to chew. "...plus, I'm a way better Yoda than Derek."

"Yeah, you teach me." Scott tells him, still peering over the book.

"He'll be your Yoda." I add, making Stiles smile.

"Yeah, you be my Yoda." Scott says nervously, while looking over the book at Allison.

"You're Yoda I will be." Stiles jokes, doing his best Yoda impression.

I stifle my laughter, but Stiles notices and keeps smiling at me.

"I said it backwards--" Scott cuts him off.

"Yeah, I know." Scott clearly can't take a joke right now…

"You know what, I still definitely hate you. Uh huh! Oh yeah!" He exclaims, packing up his stuff and snatching the book from Scott and leaves.

Scott gets up to go after him, leaving me sitting there by myself. As he leaves, I see Allison notice him. I'm staying out of this one.

I keep eating, until I see Isaac approaching me with a big grin on his face. I smile at him and pat the seat next to me. He sits next to me and I give him a peck on the lips.

"What's up? I haven't seen you all day." I push some hair out of his eyes.

"Yeah, I was kinda late this morning, some stuff going on with my dad." He answers.

"Everything okay?" I ask, caressing his cheek.

"Yeah, just some stuff with work." He tells me quietly. I don't believe that…

"You sure?" I ask him softly, guiding his eyes to mine.

"Yeah. Honestly, don't worry about it." He assures me, taking my hand in his and softly kisses the lower part of my palm.

I feel my cheeks get warm and smile softly at him. Why do I feel like this about him?

"We still on for Saturday?" I ask him, changing the subject, knowing that's what he wants.

"Wouldn't miss it." He answers sweetly.

He gently takes my face in his hands and softly kisses my forehead. I peck his lips again, making both of us smile. Our moment is sweet until we hear the sound of a throat clearing. We look up there's Allison standing their awkwardly.

"Charli, can I talk to you for a sec?" She asks, almost desperately.

I'm about to decline when Isaac speaks up. "I'll give you two some space, I gotta go talk to Mrs. Ramsey about some extra credit anyways." He gets up, grabs his backpack and kisses the top of my head.

"I'll text you later." He calls back as Allison sits in front of me.

"Is everything okay with Scott?" She asks me.

"Why do you ask?" I ask in return.

"It seems like he's avoiding me. Did I do something wrong?" She asks concerned. Dammit… sorry Dad…

"Scott is going through some stuff. Stuff he's not ready to share yet. I wouldn't take it personal, he's just a guy who doesn't know how to fully express his vulnerability yet… just give him some time." I explain kindly to her.

She nods her head and looks down at the table. I rest my hand on top of hers. "It'll be okay, just trust me." I reassure her.

She half smiles and nods again. The lunch bell rings and she walks with me to toss my lunch and we say our goodbyes and head our seperate ways.

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I meet Scott and Stiles out on the lacrosse field. They go directly to the team bench. Stiles places down two lacrosse sticks and a duffle bag and sits down. He opens up the duffle bag and goes digging through it.

"Okay, put this on." He tells Scott, handing him a black strap.

"Isn't this one of the heart rate monitors for the track team?" Scott asks him.

"Yeah, I borrowed it." Stiles answers.

"Stole it." I retort.

"Temporarily misappropriated."Sitles shoots back, focusing his attention back to Scott. "Coach uses it to monitor his heart rate on his phone while he jogs. You're going to use it for the rest of the day."

"Isn't that Coach's phone?" Scott asks. Wow, you sure do have some keen wolf sense there, don't you, Scott?

"That I stole." Stiles answers, nodding and licking his lips.

"Why?"

"Alright, well your heart rate goes up when you go wolf, right? When you play lacrosse, when you're with Allison, whenever you get angry. Maybe learning to control it is tied to controlling your heart rate." That actually makes a lot of sense…

Scott smiles and nods. "Like the Incredible Hulk?"

"Kinda like the Incredible Hulk, yeah." Stiles answers, now realizing the comparison.

"I'm like the Incredible Hulk…" Scott declares proudly.

"Would you just shut up and put the strap on?" Stiles commands.

I help Scott put the strap around himself and notice Stiles pull something else out of his bag, which looks like a roll of duct tape. I back up and he turns Scott around, but his hands behind his back and starts taping them together.

"This isn't exactly how I wanted to spend my free period." Scott states.

"Alright, ready?" Stiles asks, getting a no from Scott.

"Charli, over here." Stiles calls me over, gesturing towards himself.

I jog over to him and he hands me a lacrosse stick. I take it, but just stare at it.

"You're gonna help me." Stiles states.

"How? I have no idea how to use this." I remind him.

"Just watch what I do and copy that." He tells me.

I nod and take my position.

"Alright, now remember, don't get angry." Stiles reminds Scott.

"I'm starting to think this is a really bad idea." Scott mutters to himself.

He sets up the phone and dumps a bag of lacrosse balls on the ground and scoops one up with the net. I do the same thing and prepare myself for what's next. Stiles winds back the stick and throws the ball at Scott, hitting him in the stomach. Scott grunts in pain and Stiles laughs. I go next, I wind it back and throw it and hit Scott dead center of his chest.

He coughs and Stiles fist bumps me. He scoops up another ball and hits him directly in the face. I scoop up on and I hit him in the thigh, awfully close to his family jewels.

"Okay, those ones kinda hurt." Scott admits, wincing.

"Quiet, you're suppose to be thinking about your heart rate, alright? About staying calm." Stiles reminds him.

"Stay calm." Scott tells himself as Stiles hits him in the shoulder with a ball.

I hit Scott directly in the eye, making him grunt. Stiles looks at me impressed.

"I never would've guessed that you never did this before, let alone never having even heard of lacrosse before." Stiles compliments.

"Fast learner I guess." I humbly reply.

Stiles hits him in the shoulder again. I hit him directly in the mouth. We continue to hit him with every ball we have for awhile, both of us getting some really good shots in.

"Ow! Son of a bitch!" Scott cried out.

"You know, I think my aim is improving..." Stiles remarks. "...and I think we might've found a new player." He continues, pointing at me with his lacrosse stick. "I wonder why?" Scott asks with sarcasm dripping from his words.

"Thanks, but I think I'll stick to doing MMA with my dad." I comment, throwing another ball at Scott, hitting him in the opposite shoulder from the one Stiles has been hitting.

Stiles looks at me surprised, yet scared, but quickly focuses back on what we're suppose to be doing and hits Scott in the sternum.

"Guys, wait stop!" Scott cries, but Stiles hits him in the chin and I hit him where the sun does not shine, getting a God awful sound coming from both me and Scott and making Stiles wince.

He gets to his knees and grunts really loudly. The beeping on Coah's phone gets louder and faster. Stiles bends down to check it out, when he gets up, I look at it over his shoulder. Before either of us can react, Scott rips the duct tape apart. Panting loudly as both arms rest on each side of his head. Just as soon as it seems like something is about to happen, his heart rate starts to go down. Stiles and I get closer to him, both of us reaching down to each side of him.

"Scott?" Stiles calls to him.

"You started to change." I inform him.

"My anger…" Scott continues to pant. "My anger was more than that. The angrier I got, the stronger I felt." He continued.

"So it is anger then, Derek is right." Stiles stated.

"I can't be around Allison." Scott pants sadly.

"Just because she makes you happy?" I ask.

"Because she makes me weak." Scott answered.

Stiles and I look at each other.

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As I'm leaving choir class, I see Scott and Stiles come through the white doors leading into the hallway. As I approach them, I overhear them talking.

"It's her." Stiles states.

"Who?" I ask curiously.

"Allison." Stiles answers.

"What about her?" I question.

"Okay, you remember that night of the full moon when Scott told us he was thinking about her? About him protecting her?" Stiles asks.

"Yeah?" I answer, not sure what this has to do with the conversation.

"Remember the night of the first lacrosse game when he heard a voice out on the field?" He continues.

"Okay, yeah, I remember that too." I say.

"Well that's what brought him back so he could score." He pauses, then continues. "And that's why in the locker room he didn't kill her, at least not like how he was trying to kill us." He explains.

Despite me understanding, Scott looks lost.

"She brings you back, is what he's saying." I explain a little simpler.

"No, no, no, but it's not always true. Because every time I'm kissing her, or touching her-" Stiles cuts Scott off.

"No, that is not the same." Stiles states.

"When you do that, you a normal, hormonal teenager thinking about sex, y'know?" I explain, while Stiles nods in agreement.

"You're thinking about sex right now, aren't you?" Stiles asks.

"Yeah." Scott admits, grinning a goofy grin.

"Back in the classroom, when she was holding your hand, that was different, okay? I think she makes you weak. I think she actually gives you control, like an anchor." Stiles informed him. This all makes so much sense.

"Because I love her." Scott states without realizing it. Uhh...what?

Exactly." Stiles replies back.

"Did I just say that?" Scott asks, shocked.

"Yes, you just said that." Stiles and I answer simultaneously.

Scott thinks about it for a moment, smiles and repeats it. "I love her."

"That's great. Moving on…" Stiles tries to change subject.

"No, no, really. I think I'm totally in love with her." Scott explains.

"And that's beautiful. Now, before you go off and write a sonnet, can we figure this out, please because you can't be around her twenty-four seven." Stiles remarks.

"Y--yeah, sorry." Scott apologizes. Don't apologize, it's beautiful to be able to express love…

"So what do I do?" Scott continues.

"I don't know...yet." Stiles replies, sliding his hand down his face.

He slowly spins in a circle, looking every possible direction other besides forward.

"Oh no, you're getting an idea aren't you?" I ask.

"Yeah." He answers matter of factly.

"Is this idea gonna get me in trouble?" Scott asks.

"Maybe." Stiles answers.

"Is this idea gonna cause me physical pain?" Scott asks again.

"Yeah, definitely. C'mon." Stiles answers surely, patting Scott on the chest to signal for him to follow.

Scott and I just look at each other, shrugging as I follow behind him.

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@softpeteparker @mummybear @ficus-fig @stiles-o-dylan24 @cry-btch @sporadiccookiebagel @inschi @wil2space @mrs-mitch-rapp93 @nicole-lynne @fullangelimagines @hufflepuff-foodie @pure-ghost @lavenderrosegoddess @blueraindrops

#teen wolf series rewrite #teen wolf fanfiction #teen wolf x oc #teen wolf #stiles stilinski x oc #stiles stilinski #scott mccall #allison argent #lydia martin #jackson whittemore #isaac lahey x oc #isaac lahey

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loveistherootofhappiness · 4 years

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Throwing out something a little positive before the season finale breaks our hearts...

Fandom: 9-1-1 Pairing: Michael/OC (aka “Dr. McHottie”) w/ a little Bathena Rating: T Word Count: 2981

Summary: None of that included coming face to face with the guy that’s been wondering in and out of his thoughts for the last few days.

Can also be read here -----

Dr. Derek Hale walked slowly as he exited the elevator. Each step was paired with a sip of the black, way too strong, coffee that he’d gotten from the lobby. The acrid taste was awful, but was doing a manageable job of keeping him awake right now. He hated when he wasn’t prepared for a shift, felt he was not only doing a disservice to himself, but the patients as well not being a hundred percent. Though, he didn’t feel right calling out or asking a colleague to work in his place, it was his own fault he was so tired. Well, the fault of a certain guy he’d met in an elevator who’d been heavily on his mind for the last three days, but that was beside the point.

As he approached the nurse’s station, he shook all thoughts of “Elevator Guy” from his mind, knowing they’d stray to point of distraction if he continued this line of thinking. Putting his things down and brushing off all comments about how tired he looked, he poured through the charts and notes on the patients he was responsible for on the trauma ward. He steeled his focus and was able to get caught up on everything in about 30 minutes and prepared to start making his rounds. He grabbed his tablet, stethoscope, pocketed an otoscope, and walked towards the first room on his list to check in on the patient.

Athena wasn’t sleeping but resting comfortably, well, as comfortably as she could. The warm body snuggled against her was doing wanders for her. She was spooned against Bobby, face in his neck inhaling the scent she’d been missing for the last three days. Bobby had his hands wrapped around her careful to avoid any of her injuries. Parts of her body still ached, but this having him next her again, it was making it so much better. It took a bit of convincing to do this, but not as much as she thought it would.

“I know both of you know better,” Derek said in amusement as he opened the door to the room.

Athena groaned inwardly pulling herself out of the moment she was in. “Is it shift change time already?” Athena asked innocently, “I thought we had a little more time.”

“It’s okay, I guess I’ll let it slide,” Derek paused as he looked between Bobby and Athena, “this time.” Dereks voice still held it’s amused tone. This was was far from the first time that he found patients in bed with loved ones. He’d worked in trauma long enough to know how much physical contact could help in the healing process mental and emotionally, as well as physically. “I’m glad you have a support system with you.”

“So am I.” Athena placed her hand over Bobby’s near by one, rubbing her thumb along the the back.

Derek smiled as used his foot to lift the bed so he can examine her better. “I’m Dr. Derek Hale, by the way.”

“Athena Nash.”

Following the introductions, he went through the motions of examining of her. He took note of her vitals making sure everything was within normal ranges. “Scale of 1 to 10, how bad’s the pain today?”

“About a 4,” she answered honestly. He looked at her, seeing if there were any sign of lying, she appeared to be telling the truth.

“The pain meds been treating you okay?”

“Other than making me a little sleepy, I feel fine.”

He hummed in acknowledgment as he took note of her answer. He pulled out the otoscope, looking at her eyes, checking their reaction to light, “no headaches, blurred vision, nausea, trouble breathing?”

“There is a dull ache in my head, but the meds help with that. No blurred vision, nausea, nothing like that. My chest hurts a bit when I inhale, but it’s nothing I can’t handle” He turned off the scope and put it back in his pocket, taking note that everything was normal.

He took note of her facial wounds, which appeared to be healing normally, no signs of infection. Nothing that time wouldn’t be able to take care of.

“You seem to be doing very well Athena. No adverse reactions to treatment. Healing nicely.”

“Great. When can I go home?” She asked eagerly.

“Athena.” Her partner said pointedly, which she responded to by shooting him a look.

Derek chuckled, “it’s fine. It’s a fair question,” he sat at the end of Athena’s bed, “honestly speaking, I see no reason why we can’t have you out of here by the end of the day.”

“Oh thank god,” Athena breathed a sigh of relief while her partner still looked wary.

“You’re healing is going to take time, but, at this point, it nothing that can’t be done at home. I think we’ve bandaged you up as much as we can. I see no reason why we can’t have you out of here by the end of the day,” he rose to his feet, “so you guys can cuddle up together in your own bed. As long as it’s just cuddling, no strenuous activities right now and you still need to get plenty of rest.”

“Of course, I understand.”

“Do you have any other questions for me?” She shook her head. “Well, I’m going to go update your chart and get the discharge process started. It was good meeting you, Athena.”

He reached over and held out his hand towards her partner. “Bobby,” he told him. Derek faltered a bit, having remembered hearing the name, but recovered quickly before it was, hopefully, noticed. Bobby didn’t give him any indicate that he noticed when he let go of his hand.

“Alright, I’ll be back to check on you later.” He said to Athena before turning to leave. As he did, the door opened, putting him face to face with none other than “Elevator Guy” holding a bouquet of flowers and a bag of food.

When Michael woke up this morning his plans included: making sure his kids were okay, calling his mom, going to visit Athena, and bringing her and Bobby some lunch from Athena’s favorite place. None of that included coming face to face with the guy that’s been wondering in and out of his thoughts for the last few days. Though, he couldn’t say he was mad at the strange turn of events.

Michael knew he was staring way past the point of what was considered appropriate, but he couldn’t help himself. He knew the man looked good, but the low lighting of the elevator didn’t do him nearly enough justice. In the fluorescent lighting of the hospital room he could clearly see his piercing dark brown eyes, smooth deep brown skin, and powerful jawline. The man was beautiful. As he watched “Hot Doctor’s” features shift from surprise to almost smiling, he could see the recognition. It was comforting to know that he hadn’t forgotten him.

It took a nurse clearing her throat from behind him for him to realize how caught up they had gotten in the moment. “Oh, sorry,” Michael chuckled nervously and stepped out of the nurse’s way for her to enter the room.

The doctor took the opportunity to make his leave as well. “I need to continue making my rounds,” he said quickly before exiting the room just as quickly. Michael was so flustered he wasn’t able to get another word in before he left.

Michael was mentally kicking himself as he stood out of the way, while the nurse tended to Athena’s IVs. He still hadn’t gotten his name. He just stood there staring like an idiot. It was just as well, he had every opportunity to do so when he was trapped with him three nights ago for well over an hour. He sighed, damn if he didn’t know how to waste an opportunity. He didn’t miss the look the look that the nurse shot him as she walked out of the room after finishing. The universe’s way of telling him it agreed with him.

When the door clicked closed, he was left with Bobby and Athena’s amused looks. He made his way over to them, placing the flowers and food on the bedside table. “So, how are you feeling today?” He asked Athena as he distracted himself with taking the food out of the bag. He was met with silent, eyebrow raises as he handed each container to both of them and pulled the rolling table in front of Athena, “I’m not getting away with that, am I?”

“Not a chance,” Bobby said, taking the top of of his and Athena’s containers.

“Micheal, what was that? Do you know him?”

“Yes- well, no- umm, kinda, I guess,” he stumbled over his words, trying to find the right words to say, “I met him in an elevator,” he settled on.

“You met him in an elevator?” Athena asked slowly.

“The night of your- what happened, after my MRI, I was leaving the hospital, and found myself stuck in elevator with him. We were trapped for about an hour or so before we were finally rescued. When we were I had every intention of asking for his name and, possibly, his phone number when I got the call from Bobby about what happened. All of that flew out the window. After the dust settled and I knew you were okay, I had time to think about it. I kinda just chalked it up as a missed opportunity. Didn’t think I would see him again.”

“Wait, so you were trapped with him, for over an hour, and you didn’t get his name?” Bobby asked.

“Don’t remind me. I guess we just got to talking and it didn’t come up.” Michael fondly remembered how the conversation between them just flowed, it’d been a while since he’d felt that spark with someone.

“So what ya gonna do about it?” Athena asked casually, as she ate one of her fries.

“What do you mean?” Michael asked, feigning ignorance.

“I’m gonna ignore that because you know exactly what I mean.” Athena eyed him carefully, “it’s not like you to waste an opportunity.”

She was right, it wasn’t, but this was different, felt different. It had been a while,since he’d felt this level of attraction to someone, since he’d purposefully put himself out there. If the connection was anything to go off of, he could chance saying that “Hot Doctor” was attracted to him too. Maybe, at some level. This was all still so new to him, he didn’t want to be wrong or risk misreading what he believed could be signals. “You’re right, I just don’t wanna be wrong. I wanna be sure I’m not wrong here and he likes me too.”

“He likes you,” Athena and Bobby told him simultaneously.

“This entire hospital felt the chemistry between you two just now.” Athena joked.

“Ha ha,” Michael snarked, “can we drop this and focus on you?” Michael asked, more than ready to stop talking about this.

Athena eyed him, “fine, as long as you remember that you deserve to be happy.” He laid a hand on her shoulder and placed a kiss on her forehead in response.

“Now, how are you feeling?” With that question he, Bobby, and Athena feel into a comfortable conversation that wasn’t about him anymore.

Before he knew it, a couple of hours had gone by. May was texting him, asking him if it was okay if he and Harry went to the hospital. He let her know that her mom was being released from the hospital today and they should see her by tonight. Bobby had left to go home to shower, change, and bring some comfy clothes for Athena to go home in. He told him he’d stay with her until he came back.

Glancing over at Athena to find her still sleeping, Michael decided to use the opportunity to get some himself something to drink and some air. Rising from his seat, he left, closing the door softly behind him. He looked left and right in the hallway, seeing if he’d spot him waking the halls. No such luck. He walked towards the elevators and luckily didn’t have to wait long before they opened. He walked in and headed straight for the back wall, placing one hand on the bridge of his nose squeezing his eyes shut tightly and the other on the rail behind him.

“We’ve gotta stop meeting like this.” The smooth, deep voice startled him a bit. Michael opened his eyes to find himself face to face with “Hot Doctor” as the elevator doors closed.

Michael sighed and slowly met his eyes before saying, “we do.”

He stepped closer to him and Michael put his other hand on the rail he was leaning against, trying desperately to hide his nervousness. He was probably failing, “you know, I’ve been kicking myself for a couple of days now.” He said to him.

“Oh, why?” Michael licked his lips and gripped the rail a little tighter.

“Well, you see, I met this guy, had this connection with him, well, at least, I thought so.”

“So, what happened?”

“Wouldn’t you know it, I didn’t get his name, and I didn’t even give him mine.”

Michael tried hard to hide his smile, “well, if the connection was there, you know, like you said it was, he just might be kicking himself for the same reasons. Maybe even wanting to apologize for running off without warning before you could get it.” Michael put his hands up, “that’s just me assuming that happened.”

He chuckled lowly, “well wouldn’t you know, that’s exactly what happened. I don’t blame him for it though, it happens. Seems like whatever it was seemed super important.”

“It was, otherwise it wouldn’t have happened. Hypothetically speaking of course. You don’t seem like the type of guy someone would just leave hanging like that, you know, unless absolutely necessary.”

“Do I now?” He asked cheekily.

“Yeah, you do.” What was it about this guy that made all of this so easy for him?

“It’s just as well, he probably has someone special at home.”

“No, I don’t think he does.” His smile widened, brightening his entire face.

He held out his hand, “Derek Hale.”

Taking his hand in his, “Michael Grant.” There it was again, that spark. That small shockwave that reverberated throughout his body. Whatever this was, was strong, and Michael liked it.

“It nice to meet you, Michael Grant.”

“You as well, Derek Hale.” Dropping his hand and the facade, he asked, “So, what gave you the impression that I had someone special?”

“I don’t know, guys like you always do. Plus, I saw the look on your face when you answered Bobby’s call, before the bad news part, and-”

“Woah, woah, wait. You thought Bobby was,” Michael couldn’t help but laugh at the thought.

“Love how you find that so funny,” Derek said as he looked away shyly.

“No, no, no, sorry about that,” he recovered, wiping his eyes, “it’s just funny because Bobby is my ex-wife’s husband. The woman I was visiting, the mother of my kids, your patient, the guy that was in there with her.”

He watched Derek eyes widen in recognition, “so that was... oh! I thought Bobby was- so he isn’t your- woo, that’s a relief. And he I was thinking that the guy I couldn’t stop thinking about was in a relationship.”

“The guy you couldn’t stop thinking about?” Michael asked slowly, crossing his arms across his chest.

“Fuck, I said that out loud, didn’t I?”

Before Michael could say anything further., the elevator started to move. Both looked at the other, knowing neither of them had pressed any buttons, and started to laugh. They both decided to shelve the conversation and fell into a comfortable silence as the elevator reached it destination: the first floor lobby.

When the elevator came to a halt, and the door opened, Michael and Derek exited quickly, allowing the other people waiting to get on. As they walked through the lobby, Derek bumped his shoulder and nodded his head to the left, “come with me.”

Michael, unquestioningly, followed him and was lead to a door that only read, “Private”. He watched as Derek pulled his badge from his pocket and swiped it against the adjacent pad. He opened the door into a nice looking lounge area.

Michael whistled, “this is nice.” He looked around, “am I even supposed to be in here?”

“I won’t tell if you won’t,” he winked before getting himself something out of the fridge. He threw one to Michael as well.

“Why’d you bring me here?”

“I knew no one else would be in here around this time and it was the most private place I could think of to continue our conversation.”

“So our conversation requires privacy, huh?”

“Well, didn’t really want to the risk having an audience when I asked you out.” Clear. Direct. Straight to the point.

“Wow, you waste no time.” Michael could feel the pull in the muscles in his cheeks from smiling so much.

“I’ve wasted three days, I think that’s more than enough time.”

“So, you’re saying that you would have asked me out that night, if we weren’t interrupted.”

“Absolutely.” Michael couldn’t help but appreciate the conviction in Derek’s tone.

“Well, Derek, I’d love to go out with you.” Michael fished his phone out of his back pocket, handing it to Derek. Derek, catching on, put his number in the phone and called himself so he’d have Michael’s number as well.

“So what are plans looking like next Friday night?” He asked as he handed Micheal back his phone.

“Can’t say that I have anything going on.”

“How about dinner? Around 7? The really good Italian place on 5th?” Derek asked tentatively.

“It’s a date.” -----

#GiveMichaelABoyfriend2k20 😌

#michael grant #athena grant #bobby nash #he looked like a derek okay #bathena #911 #episode filler #this is me trying not to be insecure about my writing #hope you enjoy #fanfic writing hell

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wheredidhiseyebrowsgo · 5 years

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Thank you for opening it again! I‘m looking for some alpha!derek and magical!stiles fics were they life together and the pack calls them mum and dad. I hope there is one. Thank you for your hard work! :)

Here’s pack mom!Stiles, magic!Stiles and alpha!Derek. - Anastasia

Jackson Whittemore is more than just a kanima (or so does Stiles say) by graveltotempo

(1/1 I 1,850 I Not Rated)

Jackson is worried about something, and Stiles is there for him.

A Typical Day by ReindeerGamesofMischief

(2/? I 2,762 I General)

Stiles was busy. He was baking his cake and in the beginning stages of making dinner. But the Puppies don't care about that. Oh no…they all have their own problems and need help. Help that only Stiles can give. Too bad he's busy cooking, it'll take an Alpha to snap him out of his cooking mood.

Family Unit by AsagiStilinski

(1/1 I 8,851 I Teen)

So werewolf symposiums are a thing

That's a thing that exists, it's happening, it's in the world now

And Stiles doesn't know what in the name of hell he did to deserve this

("It's a mixed supernatural convention Stiles, not a 'werewolf symposium'!"")

Never Leave by theskywalkerkid

(10/? I 12,235 I Mature)

After getting kicked out the pack by his friends after a battle, Stiles goes to Poland and studies to become a mage. Now a mage and back in BH for senior year, he tries to avoid his "friends" except for Kira and Liam. Also a certain sourwolf seems to miss him a little too much and won't leave Stiles alone after he finds out he's back. It's a Sterek.

Ink Stained Hands by xxjinchuurikixx

(1/1 I 14,582 I Mature)

The moment the spell breaks, Stiles feels every rune in his skin turn cool and then dim, like fiery embers that have had water quickly rushed upon them. His head is spinning, and he blinks, once, then all his strings are cut, and he collapses.*In which Stiles has magic, tattoos, and an irritating crush on Derek.And Derek is just Derek.

The Aftermath by TakenByEmrys

(6/6 I 18,350 I Teen)

After being kidnapped by Gerard, Stiles is left broken and beaten. That's when Derek finds him. Two months later, Scott realizes he might have let some things slide, and when he goes to visit Stiles, he's more than shocked to find his bed filled with werewolves. Sterek

Hold Me Close (I'm Falling Apart) by ajeepandleather

(9/9 I 25,093 I Teen)

“Wolves without an emissary are naturally turbulent because their instincts are wild. Subconsciously, you’ve been balancing them, but you aren’t tied to the pack so you aren’t getting a balance in return.”

“So, they’re bleeding me dry. Always knew they were parasites.” Stiles smiled dryly.

“You’ll need to attach yourself to an alpha soon. There are risks for an unbalanced druid.”

“Like?”

“Well, a disruption in balance may show itself in several ways. It’s a disruption in nature, so nature will twist and alter in an attempt to right itself.”

“What does that mean?” Stiles was getting anxious. The vet was avoiding giving direct answers and that never meant anything good.

“You’re magic is heavily entwined with your will, and your will is parallel to your mind.”

“I’ll go insane.”

Take Me Back by RobinRider

(10/? I 30,229 I Mature I MCD)

Trauma can damage a person’s memories. Laura was murdered, Scott was murdered and Stiles witnessed it all, the only problem is no one believes a Werewolf was the cause. Released from Eichen House Stiles turns to the only person who lost as much as him that fateful night, Derek Hale. Stiles will stop at nothing to find the person or thing that killed his best friend. The pack will stop at nothing to help their Alpha find his sister's killer and keep Stiles safe along the way.

Stiles believes a Werewolf killed his best friend but everyone thinks he’s crazy. Derek and the Pack help him find the killer and a family.

No Rest For The Wicked (Love is Kind) by midnightcas

(11/11 I 31,328 I General)

When a homeless, scared for his life, kid attempts to hold up Stiles Stilinski's bakery, the last thing he expected was to be offered a muffin...or a job...."I have a feeling that you don’t want to be a felon on the run from the cops your whole life. Especially over such a stupid thing like robbing a bakery. Murder I’d get, but this?”

“Well," his eyes fall to the gun, "I might murder you.”

Stiles swallowed.

Pulling the Pieces Together by fireflystiles (cuddlehazz)

(1/1 I 34,295 I Teen)

“You never have hurt anyone. Not then and not now. You just made Coach piss his pants and that’s funny shit there.” Jackson told Stiles. They all underestimated how responsible Stiles felt for the Nogitsune and what happened. No wonder he was afraid to go near the pack, not to mention the whole no control over magic thing. He felt Stiles huff out a breath at the part about Coach which was a good start.

Or after the Nogitsune, Stiles keeps secrets, there are new people in Beacon Hills, and the Pack has fallen apart. Stiles starts to figure out his role in the pack, piecing it back together, and trying to keep everyone safe.

We Are Bonded by lightsfillthesky

(!5/20 I 42,577 I Mature)

Derek rose to true alpha status, He started creating his own pack after years of alliances and fighting, they where all well known throughout the West coast, some feared them, other were envious but they all respected the Hale Pack.

Everything seemed to be going fine in their lives, Derek and Stiles were going to get married, the pack was established, but Stiles well he knew when things were good something bad was bound to happen and boy he did not imagine this.

The Pack’s Dad by Isys Luna Skeeter (IsysSkeeter)

(16/? I 45,369 I Teen)

All Stiles wanted was to lose his virginity, he got that… he just hadn’t expected what would come with it…

Unlikely Guardian by Trenchcoat Hunter (Reedt)

(25/25 I 67,903 I Teen)

“Shut it you two! It’s the first hint we’ve had in five years! McCall, call Lydia and Allison. Tell them to get their notes from high school and kits here while the trail is still warm. I’m calling Danny to see if he can do any tech sweeps of the area to see if he can find anything.” Derek’s eyebrows rose in surprise. Lydia and Allison rarely get called in with their kits and considering that neither Isaac nor Scott even blinked at the orders showed just how serious they all were, especially Jackson it seemed. “Isaac, can you follow his scent?”

“I’ve been trying but it’s so faint and the wolves are overpowering. I’ve got to be careful or I’m going to miss it.”

“Don’t lose it!”

Derek had enough of being out of the loop. “Will one of you idiots tell me what’s going on!”

Jackson turned to Derek with a look of sad wonder in his eyes. He reverently whispered, “It’s Stiles. We may have finally found Stiles!”

Furry Little Liars by TheRealNightTempest

(6/? I 78,599 I Explicit)

Stiles Stilinksi has waited for the moment that Derek would finally look at him the way he desires. But leave it to Derek to screw it all up and change Stiles' life forever on a night neither of them will soon forget. With a dangerous creature suddenly setting it's sights on Stiles, and something happening between Derek and Stiles that no one can explain, there isn't much time before the world they know will come crashing down around them.

When Trust is Vital by hellbells

(32/32 I 79,427 I Explicit)

Red Eyes.

Stiles knew what it meant - he was one half of the Alpha pair of Beacon Hills. Oh my god, the thought. I haven’t even finished High School.

No pressure.

Well if you ignore the Psycho hunting family, deadly creatures descending and learning how to mother newly created puppies - all in a days work for Stiles Stilinski.

The Boy Who Tamed the Sourwolf by AllTheseSquaresMakeACircle

(29/29 I 94,918 I Explicit)

Stiles is used to being second tier in everyone's life. How easily people forget him and move on to bigger and better things. Used to always being in someone's shadow. Leave it to Derek Hale to shatter those expectations.

#teen wolf #sterek #stiles stilinski #derek hale #pack mom!stiles #alpha!derek #magic!stiles #anon

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donttellstiles · 4 years

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Second Chance At First Line

SECOND CHANCE AT FIRST LINE

CH.2

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''He left you stranded at the party?'' I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I was the first to be in the car, hoping into the passenger seat as Allison hopped in the back.

''Yeah, I talked to him about it though'' I cringed, seeing the scene for myself not far from the car. She seemed pretty pissed and she had every right to be.

''I'm starting to like Scott, a lot so I gave him a second chance, he really did look like he wasn't okay'' Allison defended. I nodded my head in agreement, remembering vaguely from the party.

''Ready to go girls?'' Dad opened the drivers side car door and hoped in, starting up the engine. I just nodded and popped in my ear phones, blasting up the music while resting my forehead against the window. I managed to catch a glimpse of Scott, the boy my sister is so adamant about.

I scrunch my eyebrows in confusion once I saw the horror on his face, staring straight at the car.

Was he okay?

Dad quickly sped off, leaving my thoughts to disappear to the back of my head as we rounded out of the school parking lot and onto the main road.

~*~*~*~*

''Did you apologise to Allison?'' Stiles asked, noticing his best friends posture leaning against the his locker in the boys locker room.

''Yeah'' Scott replied in daze.

''So is she giving you a second chance or...?'' Stiles continued, feeling bad for his friend.

''Yeah'' again, dazed.

''Yeah! All right! So everything's good!'' Stiles cheered, hitting the locker with his hand before turning to walk away.

''No'' Stiles stopped and quickly popped back around to face Scott.

''No?''

''Remember the hunters? Their dad is one of them'' Scott asked, still looking straight ahead as the rest of the team continued to get ready for training.

''Their dad?'' Stiles knew he was referring to both the Argents, Avery and Allison.

''Shot me...'' Scott glanced down.

''Argent's father?'' Stiles asked, still trying to wrap his head around it.

''...with a crossbow'' Stiles wasn't even sure if Scott was listening anymore.

''Argent's Fat-''

''Yes her father!'' Scott exclaimed earning a few weird looks from a few players off the team.

Stiles glanced at them and weakly smiled, sending them a smile wave as they scoffed and turned around to continue on.

''Oh, my god'' Stiles head swung back around to his best friend.

''No, Scott, come on'' Stiles rushed over and gripped his arm tightly as Scott's face contorted into sadness and panic.

''Hey, all right? he didn't recognise you, right?'' Scott still panicked. Stiles slapped his bicep.

''No, no, no I don't think so'' Scott answered back uncertainly.

''Do they know about him?'' Stiles asked.

''Oh yeah I don't know, what if she does?'' Stiles knew he was referring to Allison.

''Hey he didn't recognise you okay? Just go out and only think about Lacrosse. Here Scott take this'' Stiles quickly popped his gear into his arms before slapping his shoulder encouragingly.

''Just think about Lacrosse okay? Here. We. Go!'' Stiles cheered as he raced out of the boys locker room and out onto the field with the others.

~*~*~*~*

Scott's practice was running pretty heavily, with this new found aggression and anger swirling inside of him he ran over Jackson literally, ramming his shoulder into his. Scott then soon gripped his head tightly, feeling another headache coming on as he felt himself beginning to lose control. He fell down on all fours as Stiles quickly raced over, glad for the fact that everyone else seemed more concerned for Jackson at the moment.

''Woah, woah, woah Scott?'' Stiles asks, his voice laced with worry for his friend.

''I can't control it Stiles, it's happening'' Scott speaks in a pained voice, still gripping his head at the surrounding voices became louder and louder.

''What? Right here? Now?'' Stiles grew anxious himself, glancing over his shoulder as he tried to figure out what to do.

''Come on. Get up, go!'' He instructed Scott as he dragged him back inside and into the boys locker room.

''Come on. Here we go'' He tried to help calm Scott down as he staggered in, gripping the bench as his body began to tremble slightly. Stiles closed the lockers door, hoping for no one to come in or notice their missing presence.

''Sit down okay Scott. Scott, you okay?''

''Get away from me!'' Scott yelled in almost an animalistic voice. Stiles eyes widened in fear as he scrambled away from his best friend.

Scott chased after Stiles with a murderous glint in his eye. Stiles felt his heart pound in his chest as he moved about the boys locker room, trying to get away from Scott. He pounced up onto the beams above and growled down, his eyes shifting into their amber yellow.

Stiles finally made his way over to the front door of the lockers and grabbed the fire extinguisher, opening the door quickly and hiding behind it in the hallway, blowing the extinguisher in Scott's face as he came closer.

''Stiles?'' Stiles was merely confused upon hearing Scott's clear voice, his heart beginning to slow down a little.

Stiles peeked around slowly to see whether it was safe or not. He sighed in relief once he saw Scott glancing back at him with his usual brown eyes.

''What happened?'' Stiles dropped the extinguisher and took off his gloves, sweat trickling down his back and forehead.

''You tried to kill me'' He states 'matter-of-fact'. Scott looked up in astonishment, not believing his words. How could he do that to his own best friend?

''It's like I told you before. It's the anger, it's the pulse rising, it's a trigger'' Stiles bent down in front of Scott as he spoke.

''But that's Lacrosse, it's a pretty violent game if you haven't noticed'' Stiles nodded.

''Well, it's going to be a lot more violent if you end up killing someone on the field'' Stiles spoke half seriously half sarcastically.

''You can't play saturday, you are going to have to get out of the game'' Stiles said in disappointment, knowing how much this meant to him to be first string.

''But I'm first line'' Scott countered, even though he knew Stiles had a point.

''Not anymore''

~*~*~*~*

I loved volunteering at the BHMH already. Today was only my first day and I was surprised by how lovely all the staff members and patients were. I use to volunteer back in almost every town we moved into, finding peace and solitude with the sick. Weird I know, but I could help them. That in itself gave me harmony.

''Jackson!'' What in the hell where the doing here?''

''I'll be a minute'' Jackson replied in his usual jock tone. He really seemed to not give a damn about anything other than lacrosse, not even his own girlfriend. Though with both of them being vile I guessed they belonged with each other.

''Would you like some more water Ms Neville?'' I asked kindly to the old lady in the bed, frowning at her now empty cup and jug of water.

''Oh yes please dear'' I smiled before reaching for them, leaving the room to walk over towards the hospital kitchen.

I noticed a familiar brown haired boy but kept going, receiving Ms Neville's water before leaving.

''Hey Lydia, you probably don't remember me. Um, I sit behind you in biology?'' I stopped in my path and tuned in to what was being said.

''Uh, anyway, I always thought that we had this connection, you know, unspoken of course'' I scoffed under my breath, feeling bad for the poor guy who was saying all this sappy crap.

''Maybe it'd be kinda cool to get to know-'' You walked back out into the open and continued down the hall.

Stiles head pivoted to this side in nervousness, not finding the right words to say. His breath got hitched inside his throat, he drew it down to nerves ut his eyes had found her, not too far from where he was standing. She was walking back down the hallway, excusing herself past people.

What was she doing here?

''Yeah, I didn't get any of what you just said. Is it worth repeating?'' Stiles eyes still remained on her.

''No, forget it'' With that he turned around in a slight daze, not sparing another glance Lydia's way as he turned around to find a chair of his own to wait for Scott to reappear.

''Holy god!'' Stiles shouted underneath his breath in shock once he felt a tap on his shoulder abruptly from Scott.

''The scent was the same'' Stiles rose to his feet.

''You sure?''

''Yeah'' So many thoughts were racing through both their heads.

''So he did bury the other half of the body on his property'' Stiles said with a sigh, figuring it out.

''Which means we have proof he killed the girl'' Scott counters.

''I say we use it'' Stiles says. He sends one last fleeting glance in the direction the Argent walked off into before walking away.

~*~*~*~*

Both Scott and Stiles waited anxiously for Derek Hale to leave his property. Once he did, Stiles drove up to his house and parked, grabbing the gear from the back as both of them made their way to the side of his house.

''Wait, something's different'' Scott stopped in his tracks as Stiles kept going, placing the stuff down on the ground as he whipped out a shovel.

''Different how?'' Stiles asked.

''I don't know'' Scott replies in confusion, gripping his own shovel nervously.

''Let's just get this over with''

An hour later they were both continuing digging, Stiles feeling his arms beginning to strain and tire.

''This is taking too long'' Scott became panicked, sending a fearful look Stiles's way.

''Just keep going'' Stiles argued, continuing to dig.

''What if he comes back?''

''Then we get the hell out of here'' Stiles stated.

''What if he catches us?'' Stiles stops to turn to face Scott in annoyance.

''I have a plan for that''

''Which is?'' And Stiles always though he was the annoying and persistent one.

''You run one way, I run the other. Whoever he catches first, well, too bad'' Stiles joked, yet remained a calm composure as if he was serious. Scott stopped now too to face his best friend with annoyance of his own.

''I hate that plan'' Stiles returns to digging once sending a look towards Scott. He feels his shovel hits something and shoots out an arm towards Scott.

''Wait, stop, stop'' Stiles bent down to remove some of the dirt away as Scott's eyes look down in confusion.

Scott found some knots, trying to untie them.

''Hurry'' Scott says, reaching for some more knots of rope.

''I'm trying, did he have to tie this thing in like a 900 knots?'' Stiles countered back frustratedly. Once the rope was unknotted, both boys removed the tarp before jumping back and letting out a frightful scream.

''What the hell is that!?'' Stiles screamed, glancing at Scott and away from the dead wolf.

''It's a wolf'' Scott said in recognition.

''Yeah, I can see that'' Stiles sarcastically quipped. Scott ignored him and leant forwards, frowning.

''I thought you said you smelled blood? As in human blood?''

''I told you something was different'' Stiles rolled his eyes and glanced around anywhere besides at the dead wolf. Gosh, he could smell it too.

His eyes soon focused on a flower nearby, planted on it's own. That was bizarre. He got up and made his way over as Scott still examined the wolf.

''Do you see that?'' Scott's eyes shot up to Stiles.

''See what?''

''That flower'' Stiles pointed across, Scott following his gaze.

''Yeah, what about it?'' Scott really didn't see what Stiles was trying to get out, he wanted to cover up the.. wolf as soon as he could and call the police.

''I think it's wolfsbane'' Scott stared at his best friend confused.

''What's that?'' Stiles turned his head to face Scott with a scowl.

''Haven't you ever seen The Wolf Man?'' Scott shook his head.

''No''

''Lon Chaney Jr.? Claude Rains?'' Again, Scott shook his head.

''The original classic werewolf movie?'' Stiles couldn't believe he hasn't seen them considering now he was one.

''No, what?'' Scott asks exasperated.

''You are so unprepared for this'' Stiles huffs before continuing on to the flower. Hr grips it tightly and yanks it from the ground, noticing rope wrapped around it's stem. He pulled and moved slowly as the rope began coming out of the ground, more wolfsbane along the rope. Scott stayed back and watched his friend curiously before glancing down into the dug up hole.

''Stiles?''

''Yeah- oh!'' Stiles dropped the rope and rushed over to the hole, following Scott's gaze. He froze, seeing a now dead girl staring back up at them.

~*~*~*~*

I hung my hair towel once I was finishing popping the heavy wet mass into a ponytail. I exited the bathroom and turned the light off, opening the door to go back into my bedroom. I sigh to myself and glanced around my still vacant room. There were still boxes that I hadn't bothered to unpack yet. I wasn't sure if I was ever really going to. I found no use too seeing as we'l move again soon anyway.

My eyes widened once I hear the screeching of tires outside and a loud thud. I race down the stairs and out the front door where Allison was leaning down in front of the car, dad racing out.

''Allison!'' I screamed from behind, hoping she was okay''

''I'm fine Avery'' Allison answered back, her gaze down. I sighed in relief as I slowly approached the both of them, just now noticing Scott on the ground.

''Oh my god, Scott are you okay?'' I ask worriedly, rushing over towards his side.

''Yeah I'm fine'' He sends a grateful smile my way as he grunts and begins to stand up, Allison keeping an a hand on his arm to steady him.

''Sorry I hit your car, I was just coming to say hi'' Scott was sounding way too innocent which made me smile. The brown eyes boy was definitely growing on me. Allison chuckled.

''You sure you're okay?'' dad asks warily.

''Yeah'' Scott was now on his feet.

''I should go, I've got a lacrosse game to get to'' He stated, glancing at Allison with a nervous smile. Them two were absolutely adorable.

''You're still coming right?'' He asks.

''Of course I'm coming'' Allison flirts. I roll my eyes but smile anyway, knowing dad wasn't liking this very much.

''We both are'' Dad cut in, Allison and Scott looking towards him with dropped smiles.

''I'm already going with Allison dad it's okay'' I stepped in, Allison sending me a 'thank you' glance.

''I insist'' of course he does. When he 'insisted' there really was no getting out of it.

~*~*~*~*

(Now without the leather jacket)

I took a seat beside dad in the stands, glancing around to see everyone bundled up because of the cold. I rubbed my arms a little, wishing I had warn something warmer.

''I told you to bring a jacket'' Dad states with disapproval.

''I didn't know it'd be this cold'' I countered back, glancing around to soak everything in. Allison just sat beside me nervously. I noticed her hands trembling slightly, though I knew it wasn't from the cold.

''Are you okay?'' I ask, concern for my twin. She turns to me and smiles nervously.

''Yeah, just a little anxious'' You smiled and reached for her hand, letting your body warmth soothe her a little.

''Thanks''

''Allison?'' You looked up and frowned once you saw Lydia Martin. Her hands were full of two massive posters, both of which referred to Jackson. I rolled my eyes and let go of Allison's hand as she smiled and offered Lydia to sit with us.

''Be nice'' Allison nudged my side and whispered quietly. A whistle blew in the distance and soon everyone began to cheer. I guess this was the start of the game.

~*~*~*~*

The game was brutal. We were behind by two and you could feel the tension rising in the air. I even found myself beginning to cheer alongside Allison and Lydia.

There was another harsh collusion and I cringed.

''Is there supposed to be this much violence in Lacrosse?'' I asked aloud.

''Not really'' Lydia replies, reaching for one of her signs. She asks Allison for helps and she happily does so. Both of them stand an hold the sign up. My gaze drifts over to the field where I spot Scott, the only guy not to receive the ball tonight. It almost looked like as if they were deliberately not passing to him.

I saw the heartbroken expression on his face and frowned to myself. My eyes continued drift as the crowd cheered once again. I glanced down towards the bench where the other players were and came across the number 24, Stilinski.

I tilted my head to the side as I recognized the buzz cut. As if he could sense my gaze the boy turned around, his eyes widening slightly once they saw me. I smiled and waved, biting my lip softly as I took in his features.

He was cute.

He looked away nervously. I smirked.

Maybe this year wouldn't be so bad after all.

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capan-devereaux · 5 years

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Hotch x reader

(Criminal Minds and Leverage crossover) part 1?

This is for @stiffinme . They requested a Hotch x reader that was also a leverage crossover. So the idea is you are Hardison’s little foster sister who he loves dearly (read: very over protective of) Reason being you are a very quiet and reserved person but very loving you don't show affection or care in traditional ways. Similar to Parker and as good as Garcia but almost the opposite way Garcia showers the team with affection Reader is more quiet and doesn't volunteer info about themselves freely. He also taught you everything there is to know about computers and hacking. You take the fall for the team when Hardison's hacks get tracked back to your old computer. You get the same deal that Garcia does and end up working with her but also go into the field with the team more often than not. As such you keep your computer area clean compared to Penelope at least. just a picture of you and Hardison as kids at the park and the Polaroid camera you took it with and some mementos that from each member of your old family Ticket stubs from one of Sophie's plays,two stuffies made to look like a chocolate bar and an orange soda bottle from hardison and parker together,Some old glasses Nate wore for a con, and an old cigar box from elliot to hold most of it. Because the picture is from when you are kids and you refused to give up any information on your old team noone on your new team knew anything about them. Hotch and you are already together but because you are held to the same rules as Garcia (no more contact with other hackers) you haven't been able to tell your brother. Hotch ends up taking you to John McRory’s Place. The bar your old boss and brother just so happen to live over.

And now a few quick things

I may turn this into a small series because i could not decide how I wanted to end it so expect a sequel soon !!

and because of the tumblr ban on nsfw among other things I went back to the citrus scale I would add a link to the wiki but if I do this story wont show up if you search for it. This story is a citrus/orange

Story under the cut

It was a quick case in Boston dealing with someone who was tied to Damien Moreau (quick because someone had tied the unsub up and left him at a police station to be found with a confession).You had come along because of your knowledge and experience with the people involved. It was after said find that the confession was done legally. After all that the team decided to go to a bar not far from the hotel. You don't remember whose idea it was but everyone agreed because there was enough time. You sat near the edge of the table with you back facing the back wall, so you could see who entered the bar and who left an old habit from your days with the Leverage team. Hotch sat next to you with a hand close to you which of course brought an onslaught of friendly teasing from the rest of your new team and family. Everyone was finally relaxed and talking about the case and how weird it was to find the suspect like that. You kept your thoughts on the subject to yourself. After a while David and Emily went back to the hotel to sleep for one more night before packing to leave the following night. This left just you Aaron, Spencer, Derek, and Jennifer. Eventually you saw someone come in and sit at the bar, at second glance you realized it was Sophie and couldn't help a small smile. And of course she notices you and comes over to the table. You stand up to greet her and give her a hug.

“Y/N, I haven't seen you in forever!” She says and pulls you aside, “ I hope you guys don't mind if I borrow her for a moment”

You get a few questioning looks but assure them you are fine and allow yourself to be lead away from the profilers.

“Hardison's been worried sick about you!”

“I know, I feel so bad I haven't been able to contact him, but It was either this or prison”

While this was going on your team were speculating on who the lady could be and who she was to you.

“Well she’s older she so maybe an old mentor or teacher” Reid suggested.

“They are standing too close for that, closer relationship maybe mother figure” J.J. responded. As they kept speculating you kept talking with Sophie unaware of what your team was talking about.

After a few minutes Hardison came downstairs to see what was taking Sophie to come up stairs and saw you, He immediately made his way to you and hugged you and you started to catch up. Morgan saw this and nudged your partner.

“Hotch” he said and gestured towards you.

Oblivious to the added speculation you told your brother all about Aaron and how much you loved him. Then you gestured to the table and suggested that you introduce him to your dear Aaron.

You made your way to the table and sat knowing that Alec and Sophie would take a second to decide where or not to come over. Before they did you were hit with a barrage of questions.

‘Whos the lady?’

‘Whos the guy?’

Why were you acting so close with them?’

You couldn't really blame them for being curious, you never told them anything about your life before working with them and then some people come along and you act like long lost friends. It would raise some questions from you too. But what concerned you was that Aaron was quiet he didnt ask a single question. When you got them to slow down you started answering the questions as vaguely as you could.

‘An old friend’

‘Family’ (That one got a quick awkward glance to where you were previously standing)

‘Both are family to me’

When you were done everyone was satisfied as they knew that was as specific and detailed you were going to get and left for the hotel. After another minute you felt a presence glancing over you see Parker and she looks at you not saying anything and hugs you.

“We missed you” she whispers in your ear.

Before she could get a weird look from Aaron she pulled Hardison over and made him sit next to her. There was a few awkward seconds before Hardison spoke.

“ So I heard your dating my sister” He directed at Aaron with a smile, “Well it's nice to meet you I’m Hardison” he held his hand out for Aaron to shake.

“Y/N never mentioned a brother” Aaron paused.

While you had told Hardison that you had told noone anything about your life prior to joining the BAU for your families protection it still hurt to hear he was never mentioned to your significant other.

“But you must be the boy in the picture on her desk.” He added.

Before Hardison could question you said, “ The picture of us at the park, I kept one from my old apartment”

Aaron asked who they were and I answered for them

“Hardison my brother, Parker, Sophie, Elliot, and Nate” you pointed to them as you spoke.

“This was my family before you guys caught me.” you mumbled. Aaron heard you but didn't say anything but kept what you said in mind to ask about later. So while you caught up and introduced Aaron to your surrogate family. After you exchanged numbers with your family you and Aaron left.

Back in Virginia and back in your apartment and in comfy pants you start cooking some dinner. While waiting for the rice to finish you were chilling on the couch and munching waiting for Aaron. Your apartment was sparse but everything held meaning. So did the things you had given Aaron, like the tie you had got when shopping with Alec for a suit he needed for a con.

When Aaron got there you let him in and you kissed him.

There was a moment before he asked “Why didn't you tell me you had a brother”

There was another moment, “You know I’m a reserved person, I don't really talk with people. And no one really bothers to ask or talk.”

“But why didn't you tell me you had a brother , or tell me anything about those people?!” He momentarily got louder as he spoke but he didn't yell.

You were getting stressed and didn't wanted to fight, and you could feel you eyes watering. Aaron didn't notice as he was looking around your sparse living room at the few sentimental things you did have. Like the painting Hardison had done of you it was smaller than Nates but it was there. Or the the large miniature rose plant you had on the table, the scrapbook next to couch the blanket you had made with Sophie. You didn't keep much and nothing that had pictures of your old team to avoid them getting caught.

Again there were pictures of you and Hardison as kids. Noticing all of it thoroughly for the first time, how old it was , how worn out and loved the scrapbook was, all the handmade decor.

He turned back to you still not noticing the tears forming , “ You said they were your family before we caught you. Why didn't you tell Me about them?” He sounded confused and hurt.

You responded quietly with “You never asked so I thought you knew, Hardison and my foster family are both in my file and there's pictures of us in the hall.”

“And the rest…” he asked a little quieter.

“We helped people who had no one else to turn to they are family to me”

“Why didn't you tell me”

“I was scared”

“Why”

“I'm not supposed to contact old ... associates and that included my brother”

“Oh”

“And I didn't want to get them in trouble”

You were silently crying when he finally noticed and pulled you into his chest and held you. He berated himself in his head for making you cry. You both agreed to just put the subject aside and eat before the food got any colder. After dinner he stayed the night like he usually did, but couldn't sleep. You were somewhat peacefully sleeping curled into him head on his chest. He couldn't help but silently berate himself again as he started to piece things together. He recognized the soft melancholic look you got when looking at the picture on your desk and the ones in the hall that he never noticed before. The diligent way you cared for your plants. God he felt like a dick. He felt you stirring and let his head lay back.

You got up to use the restroom. When you got back to bed Aaron rolled onto his side and wrapped his arms around you and mumbled into your hair. Aaron held you to him kissing your temple.

“I’m sorry for earlier, I just realized that I knew nothing about you and it hurt. I don't handle it well”

“No you didn't” You agreed with him.

“I … I couldn't , I knew nothing about you”

“But you do now”

“You helped people?” he asked

“Yeah we helped people that companies screwed over, found evidence of what the companies did and helped them pursue things” you take care to leave out any illegal steps you might have taken to do so.

You start going into detail about your family. You tell him about the day where you got snowed in with Sophie and ended up making the quilt draped over your old couch. You told him about how Nate was like a father to you. But you spent the most time telling him about growing up with your big brother Hardison

#hotch x reader #hotchner x reader #criminal minds #leverage #crossover #citrus scale

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okimargarvez · 5 years

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THE PUNISHER -3

Original title: The punisher.

Prompt: mental and physical torture, guilt, contrast love, dark drama, punishment.

Warnings: Luke OOC, sexual content.

Genre: romantic, smut, comedy, angst, drama, friendship.

Characters: Penelope Garcia, Luke Alvez, BAU team, Roxy.

Pairing: Garvez.

Note: oneshot.

Legend: 💏😘😈👓🔦🐶❗👻.

Song mentioned: none.

The Punisher- Masterlist

GARVEZ STORIES

Note: this story stems from the vision of the program “Monster in my family”. I repeat: Luke is OOC, especially in the last parts of this story. If you don’t want to read, don’t do it.

Part 3

-Did you like the Little Red Riding Hood fable?- that tone again. Penelope immediately understood where he wanted to go. –

Which was your favorite story, as a child?- he really wanted to know, but he wouldn't limit himself to acquiring this information and putting it in his memory.

Alice in Wonderland.

He had to expect it. The little girl who fell asleep and dreamed of a fantasy world. And they had also recently made the film version in HD. He had liked her choice.

-Caterpillars who smoke, mushrooms that change size, queens who want to cut off heads...- he had run his tongue from the neck to the hollow of the breast. -White Rabbit or Mad Hatter?- the decision seemed too easy.

She hadn't thought about it again. The weeks had passed so quickly... indeed, a whole month had passed. In the end she had twisted her ankle and also weakened her other leg: the result, crutches for a while. More embarrassing explanations to their colleagues. They had decided not to tell them anything for now. In fact, Luke had actually decided. But she had agreed. No one had noticed the fact that Agent Alvez was absent much more frequently from his desk, just to appear only a few yards away, watched by a thousand computer eyes... or that when they were out on a mission, he spent every free minute texting, with a sly look. And even if they had noticed, they hadn't wanted to intrude.

Penelope surrendered also on the transfer. Piece by piece, in a few days there was nothing left in her old apartment. And he had been right once again. Their things matched perfectly, almost as if they had been bought together, on purpose. Those of Luke gave that touch of tranquility and practicality that was missing from those of Penelope... and vice versa. Roxy had been even happier than her master. There had been so many lunches and dinners, and hell, he cooked divinely. Another plus point. The man of a thousand surprises. And there were plenty of walks.

And the kisses, the caresses. They made love every day, at least once a day. She thought she was too old for this kind of things, but he made her want to sing Katy Perry's Teenage Dream. Because it was true. It made her feel young, desirable and... loved. She still hadn't managed to tell him what she felt, but she felt she was very close to it...

She hadn't thought about it again until today.

Penelope opens the door (he obviously gave her a copy of the keys, cause now this house is also hers, and how to not think about the sweet key ring he had attached to it?) And she enters. Luke is not there. He's coming back from the last case, just solved. A man who took advantage of his position to kidnap and kill young women. Nothing new, yet never predictable. Roxy runs to meet and to show her love. This is also a positive side of not being single anymore. She looks at the ring on her finger. It's a simple thing. Completely different from all the others, yet no one paid any attention to it.

She smiles and goes to the bedroom. She wants to make herself beautiful for him, because she knows what effect abstinence makes to him and she misses him too much. As soon as she enters she notice something strange. A package on the bed. For my chica, says the ticket. The smile becomes even bigger and more mischievous. But how did he do it, if he is miles from here to... She opens it. Inside there is a costume, like those used to make cosplay. From Alice in Wonderland. Blue and white dress, exactly like that of the Disney version... and then... Oh God. Even the matching shoes. And the long stockings well past the knees. And the black headband. She doesn’t resist, she wears it. It is no longer she who decides, it is an impulse that is transmitted directly from the dress into her body. The heels are much more vertiginous than the originals, and also for the rest... it makes her breast stand out very much (as if it were needed) and it almost seems like she has a narrow waist.

-Better still than I thought.- she literally leaps into the air. The heart beats very fast, even though she has recognized the voice. Luke emerges from behind the curtains. But wait... he's dressed as a Mad Hatter! And above all that hat, how he is looking good with it... For the rest, she would laugh. If she weren't bursting her chest.

-But... but... you weren't... and how did you... oh, Alvez, I give up!- he laughs shamelessly of all her mumbles. He approaches slowly.

-I took a flight earlier, as soon as the case was closed. I said it was an emergency...- he looks down -... and it's not really a lie.- she feels his excitement pushing. -Do you like it, Alice?- she feels a bit ridiculous, but just to be with him... she nods.

-But I don't understand what it's for. Ok, my tits are about to explode, but I don't think...- he pulls a cord that is under her armpit, which she hadn't even noticed and... two small windows appear, exactly in the middle, one for each breast, which leave only free the tips, while the rest of the chest remains forced into the bodice. She opens her mouth in shock. -But where do you find them, things like this?- an answer is not necessary, just his mischievous look. -Were you going to look for it at night?- but it's a stupid question, because at those times he's busy with other activities, and she knows it perfectly...

-Let go, and I will take you to a land even more extraordinary than that of wonders...- does she need another kind of encouragement? Her eyes close in the same instant that she feels his tongue, his hands, his hair tickle her, as he continues to tease her and then he slips his hands under her skirt and then... then she completely loses control and then, lying down on the mattress to catch her breath, she is no longer able to say what happened. Luke does this effect on her.

But it's not just good sex. It's another thing to wake up and have someone next to you who snores or gets up perpetually with a fixed thought. Go for a walk in the park holding hands. Ruin all the film endings, after years of watching them with Derek and having learned the various dynamics, by now. Receive visits in her bunker. Flirting in the elevator. Doing disasters trying to cook for him. All small and trivial things. No candlelit dinners or rose petal paths. The best of the best is to go grocery shopping. Although she is often lost to look in the cart space where the bag rests, but where many others hold something much more precious...

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-Stomach ache? Did I do something wrong?- his worried tone brings her back to earth. She realizes that her stomach is tightening, but the reason is very different from what Luke thinks. And she is certainly not able to tell him about it. She tries, opens her mouth, but the words don't want to go out. She shakes her head to let him know that it's not his fault. But then, who knows how, he comes to understand everything. This month they had practically told each other their lives, their thoughts and he knew a great deal about her. -Are you happy to be Henry and Hank's godmother?- the woman nods. -You... never wanted... your children, Penelope?- it's not a normal thing. How can he read my mind so easily? No one has ever succeeded before. Not even Morgan. It makes me feel so... discovery. For me, love must be like this. It need not be necessary for one to ask for something, the other has to intuit it automatically... without reason. But what did I think? Love. Love. And I can't even say something nice to him. He only repeats to me how beautiful, attractive, intelligent, sexy, witty I'm... and the best I can do is to compliment him on the job.

-Yes.- she finally whispers after those that seem centuries. She looks down, because she knows she will cry. She will cry for all the babies that never born and who will never come to light. He caresses her cheeks and then gently lifts her chin.

-It's not too late.- But this time Luke is wrong. The biological clock has run its course. Already many years before. She thought Luke had understood, since she had never asked him to wear protection and she didn't take the pill. -The first time I saw you interact with Spencer, I thought you had to be a wonderful mother. Maternal. The first adjective that came to mind looking at you. You are made to have a your baby.- it's all too pressing. The sweetness and at the same time the strength of his words; the way he touches her; that pain that has always been too string to hunt in the depths of her soul. And now everything comes up again, like a punch to the gut.

-When... when I saw you with Roxy, the first time, you seemed like a...- she can't find a suitable adjective -...you behaved with her as if she were your child...- Luke smiles.

-She is. But the idea of some brat who runs around the house, with Roxy isn't bad either.- it's really more than she can handle.

-You want... you want a...- he doesn't let her finish.

-Yup. Here we go again, it's premature, we've been together for a month... but let's face it, we're no longer very young, and like I told you, I don't want to waste what's left. I never thought about being a father until I met you. I've never had the right woman with whom to think about the future...- she falters, then he puts her closer. -In reality it was after that case, what JJ and I risked burning... not being able to save that baby marked me. But I also thought about how many creatures are without parents, whether they are in the "system" and how many potential future serial killers are just waiting to be trained... when it would be enough for them to find a home that welcomes them with love. And you are love. We are love.- at first she could have doubts, fears and uncertainties. How normal it would have been for anyone else in her situation. But now Penelope believes in him blindly. Her biggest dream is coming true. Too little time has passed, but maybe just too much.

-Luke... I... love you.-

While they visit websites that explain how adoption works, she doesn't notice at all that the man's smile is strange. A grimace that at a superficial glance would seem only a symptom of contentment and instead is pure enjoyment and satisfaction. Like when a long-established goal has been achieved.

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