#derek is just as much of a disaster as the rest of them

[strawbeerossi]

See It In Your Eyes

Pairing: fem!reader x Derek Morgan

Description: Derek Morgan is a notorious playboy, not ever thinking of settling down. Until he met Y/N and started hooking up with her.

Content Warning: mention of parent death, mentions of an argument, other than that it’s Derek being cute and nervous, some good quality fluff <3

Word Count: 2.2K

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Derek wasn’t a man for strings attached, exclusive relationships. He just wasn’t bred for that type of thing. He could barely hold a relationship for longer than 6 months, it just wasn’t something he wasn’t interested in. Getting married, having kids, doing the whole family bullshit.. It wasn’t appealing. He liked his freedom, never being tied to one person for the rest of his life.

His newest fling was Y/N, who worked a simple 9-5 in an office downtown, in the accounting department. She seemed to be into the same thing he was, just having someone around for casual sex as well as that small sliver of companionship before they ultimately ended up getting tired of one another.

The thing was, Derek enjoyed the time he spent with her. The sex was amazing, obviously. In addition to that though, she was truly a gem to be around. She had the best sense of humor, she was a damn good cook, and she just had a warmth to her. Regardless of how she wasn’t the type for relationships, being a bit of a playgirl herself, she did a good job of making a man feel special. Even if he’s just the man of the month.

There were times where he wanted to push her away, tell her to go on to the next man in line. However, part of Derek didn’t want that at all. No, he had dreams of them living in one of his restored houses, a couple of kids running around in the backyard, maybe even a couple dogs. It wasn’t something he was used to at all. Which he assumed was what triggered his flight response, wanting to run off before growing attached to the point that he was a lovesick puppy.

His career was hard on any potential relationships. After all, who wants to be with someone who can leave for days or even weeks at a time? Not really a relationship worth having.

He guessed he was more nervous of the outcome of a situation where he died in the field. He couldn’t imagine leaving behind a child after losing his life on a case. He knew first hand how it felt to lose your father at a young age, thankfully these hypothetical children wouldn’t have to see his demise though.

It was traumatizing to lose a parent at a young age, much less a parent that you loved dearly.

The more rational side of him was well aware that he wasn’t planning on dying anytime soon, so the fear was a bit outlandish. Besides, why did he care about kids when he wasn’t having any right now? Oh my god, Derek is thinking about having kids. He’s getting attached, attached to a woman who matched him in the commitment issues department.

This was a recipe for disaster.

Before the team left for a case across the state, Derek had pulled out an attitude out of nowhere. It was his way of starting to distance himself to escape the inevitable. It was enough to make Y/N show her more emotional side, the woman leaving upset with the slam of his apartment door after demanding him to call her back when he wasn’t acting like an overgrown child.

Derek must’ve been too lost in his thoughts again, his head resting back against the headrest of the jet seat that he’d gotten comfortable in for the ride back to Quantico. Wrapped up in the confusing fantasies of him being married with two children, he didn’t even realise whenever someone was sitting in front of him.

“Don’t tell me it’s S.D.U time already,” JJ commented, now sitting across from Derek who was looking up at her with a raised eyebrow. “S.D… Excuse me?” He asked, throughly confused on what the blonde was getting at. The abbreviation could’ve been too many things, his brain drawing up a blank. Asking Spencer would’ve probably short circuited his circuits, I mean, his brain.

“S.D.U. She doesn’t understand. Yo, she doesn’t understand our schedule. Yo, baby girl, she doesn’t know how hard our job is.” The blonde continued, putting on her best Derek impression while the male let his eyes roll, a chuckle leaving his lips. “I do not sound like that.”

“It’s where you break up with a girlfriend, or more likely, you get her to break up with you.” JJ finally answered his questions and suspicions while leaning back in her seat. “She isn’t even my girlfriend.” Derek pointed out, making her put her hands up in self defense. “Whenever you are with someone every day you are able to, I think it’s safe to say that you aren’t just being casual.” She commented. “I think you’re just too afraid to get attached.”

Profiler JJ held back no punches, damn.

“Are you profiling me?” Derek asked the obvious question while chuckling. “I think I liked you better as our communications liaison.” His tone was teasing as he brought his hands to rest in his lap.

“Hey, I learned from the best.” JJ matched his tone before sighing. “However, I feel like you just need to think this through before you end anything. I mean, the Derek Morgan I know doesn’t usually struggle with his thoughts this much. That’s gotta mean something, right?”

Leave it to JJ to be the voice of reason, the one to make Derek ponder even harder on what he wanted. If he ended it, the fantasy would stop. If he didn’t, the fantasy would persist and more than likely become his reality.

That was when the realization struck him. He loved Y/N. As much as he wouldn’t ever admit it, he did. He began to love her, even if he couldn’t articulate the way he had to admit it, he did feel that deep, unmistakable emotion that drew him to her within the past six months.

Love. Derek Morgan is fucking in love.

The word kept bouncing around his skull, almost like he didn’t know the meaning of it, having to learn what love was all over again in order for it to sink in.

Penelope was gonna lose her mind over this, going to love the very idea of Derek, her chocolate thunder, settling down and actually living a family life, being a husband and a father. The way he would slowly turn from a man who didn’t want children to a man who adored his own children, the stars in his sky.

Even after the jet was landed in Quantico and the team was filing off, there wasn’t a missed beat when David was looking around the group. “I say we go out for a drink tonight to celebrate a successful case with no casualties. I’m buying.” He proposed.

However, Derek was shaking his head as he held his go bag in his hand. “I can’t join tonight.” The words made everyone look over, some in a mixture of shock and others in concern. “Everything okay?” Aaron was asking, catching the tail end of the conversation to hear Derek turning down joining the rest of the team on a night out of celebration.

“I’ve just.. I’ve got things to do, that’s all.” He explained, the best of his ability. However, Penelope Garcia wasn’t gonna let anyone just run away without giving her an explanation. It didn’t surprise him at all when she was hot on his heels as soon as he exited the bullpen. “What’s going on? Derek, are you sick? You know that I can go back with you and make sure you’re okay. Or that if you need go talk that I’ll listen.”

The kindhearted woman wasn’t expecting the next words to come out of his mouth.

“I just need to talk to Y/N. She’s the girl that I’ve been seeing. I have some things to tell her.” His voice trailed off until he felt two hands on his shoulders, his attention down at the blonde who was already firing up. “Do you love her? Derek! You love her, don’t you?! Are you gonna ask her to be your girlfriend?? Oh, my god! I hope she doesn’t mind sharing you with me because I don’t think-“ Derek was chuckling as his hand was playfully being placed over her mouth.

“Baby girl, chill.” The nickname had the woman smiling as she licked his hand in order for him to move it. “Fine. But you owe me details, mister! I wanna hear all about it when you get back!” She demanded while walking him to the elevator, a wide smile on her face as she let her arms cross over her chest.

It wasn’t long until he’d made it to the familiar apartment complex, the male taking in a breath as he had to give himself a pep talk in the car. Derek Morgan being nervous, that was new. Something he’d never live down, but new. Instead of driving over here to fully put a stop to a fling, he was putting himself in the position of throwing himself into a relationship.

As Dr. Spencer Reid would say, “Men are 5% more certain that they are in love.”

Derek was much more than 5% certain.

As he was getting out of the car and hurrying up the steps of the complex, it wasn’t long until he was standing outside apartment 24, the numbers faded and dying to be replaced. His fist was coming out to knock against the door, a soft huff leaving his lips as he was glancing around the poorly lit hallway.

The sound of locks were clicking on the inside, the door open and a familiar face poking out. “Derek?” Y/N asked, her hand coming up to rub her eyes. She must’ve fallen asleep, it being 11 pm made it very obvious. “What are you doing here? No call, no text?” She asked, a yawn leaving her lips as she was opening the door more in order to let him step inside.

“I just got home from the case that I left for.” He clarified while his gaze was falling on the tired woman as he was closing the door behind him, his hand reaching behind him to lock up just so she didn’t have to.

“Derek, I’m way too tired for sex tonight. I’m sorry.” She began as the male let out a soft sigh. “No, no. That’s.. I’m not here for that.” He spoke while he was resting a hand on her lower back, leading the confused woman over to the couch while the two were sitting beside each other.

“Then why are you here?” There was confusion, Derek never really came over for much else. Sure, he’d stay afterwards but she was pretty used to them going to each other’s apartments for sex and then they stayed afterwards for whatever else they wanted to do.

“I just.. I’ve been thinking a lot. About you. About us.” He began, feeling a light layer of sweat covering his forehead from just how nervous he was. He could feel his heart beating, almost as if it were ready to bust out of his chest and take over the conversation for him. If only it was that easy.

“I guess what I’m trying to say is that.. I know this was supposed to be casual but as the months have gone on, I’ve had these thoughts.. About us. A future that we could potentially have, something that could be ours. No more sleeping around, no more stressing over what could’ve been of yet another fling we called off..”

This was where he was bracing himself. Derek wasn’t used to rejection, not in the slightest. This was where he could break, where he could feel exactly how everyone else felt when he’d be calling off everything and run off to the next person. He had the possibly of feeling his heart being brutally ripped out of his chest, stomped on the ground in front of him.

Instead of getting stabbed in the heart, the woman beside him was offering a smile. “You’ve been thinking about a future with me?” The words had her looking down, shy as could be. Which was funny considering this man seen everything she had to offer, yet the thought of a relationship with him had her giddy like a child.

“I’m not used to this. Confessions.” She admitted. “Truthfully, most men come over and call things off so I was a bit worried when you told me you wanted to talk.” She laughed softly while slowly rubbing her hands over her thighs. “But.. I’ll admit that I’ve been having similar thoughts. About you, obviously.” She spoke.

Derek let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding in, a smile gracing his features. Thank god. He didn’t know how he’d react if she said anything other than that, who knows, it probably could’ve broke him completely and turned him from his playboy days and brought him into a life of heartache.

Dramatics aside, there was no denying the relief and happiness that was flooding the room.

However it wasn’t long until Y/N was playfully swatting Derek’s arm, the man bringing a hand up in mock offense as if that was the worst thing she’d ever done.

“What was that for?!”

“For waiting until I’m trying to be mad at you to tell me this!”

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[hotchgirlsummer]

sweeter than fiction ⤷ aaron hotchner x reader

summary ⤷ the bau decide to throw a small birthday party for hotch. the reader is tasked with baking a cake, could this be their chance to express feelings?

pairing ⤷ aaron hotchner x female bodied!reader ; mentions of jack, jess and the whole team.

warnings ⤷ food mentions. slight angst. fluff

word count ⤷ 5.5k words

a/n ⤷ hello! this is my submission for @hotch-central's Aaron Hotchner's birthday celebration 🎉 the prompt is from @creativepromptsforwriting i may have a couple more entries in line, depending if inspiration strikes, of course. as usual, feedback is appreciated. have a great day, everyone!

It’s tradition in the office that when it’s someone’s birthday someone else brings a cake. Person A’s birthday is coming up and B finally sees their chance to make a move. 

“I apologize for cutting this meeting short but I do need to go to this meeting with Strauss,” Hotch apologized as he locked the screen of his tablet and gave one last look through at the files he had prepared for his monthly meeting with the higher ups; he was having somewhat of  momentum where instead of being turned down on their requests, they asked to compromise — which may seem insignificant but, yes, that was considered as a win. “Is there anything else we need to discuss?”

“If there is, rest assured I’ll handle it from here on out,” Rossi was quick to wave off the unit chief’s responsibility from their current meeting, “Go on over to the meeting and fight for higher wage and if possible maybe aim for a fancier jet?” The rest of the team laughed at Rossi’s absurd and far-fetched request. With one final smirk, Hotch gathered all his belongings and nodded to them, “Best I can probably do is a bigger mini fridge.”

Chuckling at the rare times their unit chief cracked a joke, they all shook their heads as they watched their leader scurry off to go meet with the higher ups. Just as everyone was about to follow suit and leave the round table when Penelope held out her hands in a dramatic fashion, preventing the rest of the team from leaving their spots, “No one is lifting their cute butt until we discuss one important agenda – Hotch’s birthday is coming up soon.”

“And what exactly about it do we need to discuss, Garcia?” Emily wondered, for as far as she knew the man, he never was the type to make a huge fuss out of his birthday. Seemingly thinking the same, JJ nodded as she spoke up, “We all know how the last party that we threw out for him went, right? Like it was not some fever dream that I had?”

It was a few years back when the team decided to plan a mini-celebration for their leader; but much to everyone’s horror, it didn’t go well. A balloon popped out of nowhere which startled both Spencer who was carrying the cake and Y/N who was decorating the walls of their conference room, resulting into the decorated doctor mishandling the cake, leaving half of it devoured by the floor while the agent accidentally knocked on over two pitchers of juice right over the wrapped presents that the other members of the unit brought. The icing on the cake? Hotch walked right in the conference room a few seconds after the disaster commenced and sighed out as he quickly pieced together that this debacle was a result of his birthday. Even though he won’t admit it to himself , and most importantly to the team, his disappointed/annoyed look was just really a cover up to hide how adorable he thought Y/N looked when she smiled brightly — as if she was willing for the mishaps to go away — and extended her hands and said, “Surprise! Happy birthday, boss.”

“Maybe it’s not as bad? I mean, it’s not like he punished us that badly,” Spencer offered, Y/N nodded as she chuckled, “In my defence too, there is no reason for us to separate the gift table from the food and drink one.”

The team collectively laughed at how optimistic the two were, but the hesitation could still be felt around the team as voiced out by Derek, “But ultimately, I don’t think throwing a whole party, in general not just for Hotch, maybe too ambitious,” He threw in a sympathetic pout at Penelope’s way, “Even for the party-planning goddess like yourself, baby girl.”

“One, I do take offense in that,” Penelope said sternly as she swatted his extended hand, “And two, we still need to show him that we care about him and treasure him as our mighty leader!”

“What if we just book a restaurant somewhere? That way they can do the decorations for us and all we need to do is show up? There is absolutely no way we have an incident like the last time,” Reid proposed to which everybody nodded in agreement, finding no hole in his plan. 

“Oh I know which restaurant Hotch loves to go to,” Her mindless comment was met with smirks and teasing smiles which Y/N did not appreciate, “What? What are you guys looking at me for?”

“And how exactly do you know that?” Emily teased which was immediately backed up with Rossi’s jab, “Don’t tell us you guys went on a date without us knowing hm?”

Scoffing, she shook her head and clarified, “Or maybe I’ve babysat Jack enough times that sometimes they buy me dinner.” It was no secret among the team that ever since Y/N joined the team, she stepped up to lend Hotch a hand when it came to looking after Jack. It started when Jess had to go on a work trip and the unit chief brought his son to the office with him, the little ball of sunshine clicking instantly with the newest agent. Whether it was the way she was patient in teaching him new things that he was curious about, or the way she treated him with the utmost care and respect. And somewhere along taking care of Jack also mixed in with looking out for Hotch — by helping them prepare their meals for the day, helping Jack with his everyday routine, or even by spending time with the both of them on her day off. 

“Mhm, it’s just from babysitting Jack,” JJ also joined in on the teasing as she nudged her softly. Penelope was writing down what the whole team had agreed upon when her head shot up in shock, “We forgot about the tradition! Who’s gonna bring the cake for Hotch?”

Almost instantly, the rest of the team looked at Y/N with a grin which left the young agent confused, “What? Why are you all looking at me?”

“You know, typically the one who brings the cake for the celebrant is the one closest to or the most important to the celebrant,” Rossi winked at her. Not wanting to get her hopes despite the numerous hints that multiple members of the team has dropped, hinting that her affections weren’t one-sided as she suspected, she just rolled her eyes playfully, “Don’t you guys think that Jack is a tad bit too small to carry that big of a cake.”

“Not Jack, you dummy!” Morgan lightly flicked the back of her neck as she groaned when that spot was hit and was gonna appeal that maybe someone else could do it but as soon as Garcia put her pen down, everyone’s roles for this little gathering had been finalized, “Alright, so JJ is booking the venue, Rossi will keep Hotch occupied until we need to bring him to the restaurant, my lovely chocolate thunder and I will be taking care of the decorations so that there won’t be a repeat of last time,” A jesting glare was thrown at Reid’s way before she clarified, “While your brilliant brain will take care of sending out invitations to everyone.”

Everyone was nodding their heads, satisfied with their assignments when Y/N raised her hand up in curiosity, “Uh, hello? You kind of glossed over what I’d be doing for the party.” She was all the more confused when half the team smirked at her while the other half looked at her in disbelief. Garcia, bless her kind soul, did not have the time to fool around and instead took patience with the newest member of the BAU and clarified, “You, my lovely yet clueless little dove, will be baking and bringing the cake to Hotch.”

Just as she was about to speak up and contest it, Morgan jokingly teased as he wagged a finger at her, “Not buts there, missy. Have fun in the kitchen.” A slight pout was on her face when she realized that there was no way she could have weaseled her way out of this little arrangement. 

Deep in her thoughts, she failed to realize when Rossi slid near her, “You know, kid, this could be your grand gesture for Aaron. Let him know what you feel.”

With a sigh and a brave face on, she nodded to herself and stood up, “Alright! But if he doesn’t reciprocate them you will sign my transfer papers right?” Hiding her possible insecurity with light-hearted humor but it still didn’t settle any nerves within her. Rossi shook his head once more and patted her on the back, as if to let her know that she was worrying her head for nothing.

Upon returning back to her desk, she tried to distract herself by flipping through the pages of the reports that were assigned to her. After about an hour of mindless writing, she clicked her tongue and decided to look up some cake recipes. Just as she was about to be knee-deep in her search for a cake when she heard a little voice call out, “Y/N! Y/N!”

Swiveling her chair at the right time, she was able to open her arms wide and was able to engulf little Jack Hotchner into a hug as she greeted him, “Hey there, bud! Did your Aunt Jess drop you off?”

The boy nodded widely as he pointed at the approaching aunt who gave her a half hug, “Sure did! Buddy insisted that you were never too busy for him.”

“Because you’re my favorite and I’m your favorite Hotchner!” Jack squealed and her heart warmed and nodded as she ruffled his hair before grabbing her Jack kit which consisted of coloring books, paper, crayons and some markers and handed them to the little Hotchner, “Well that is certainly true! Why don’t you grab one of the chairs over there so you can go draw a picture, hm?”

The boy nodded and made his way through the other agents, saying his hello’s before asking them to borrow one of their chairs. Turning at Jess, she smiled at her, “I’m sorry to have to drop him off. It was a work emergency and I know for a fact that Aaron will be thrilled to see him.”

“Oh it’s all good, you know I don’t mind spending time with him,” She smiles as she watches the boy pitter excitedly beside her, “Oh which reminds me,we’re planning a small gathering for Hotch’s birthday coming up soon.”

Jess smiled at that but suddenly remembered something as she looked down at her watch, “I love that idea, we’ll talk about it more once I have the time but we’ll talk again okay? Bye Jack, be good.” With one last kiss to the top of his head, she waved goodbye and made her exit.

Smiling at the little man who was happily scribbling, just as she was about to continue on her scroll an idea popped into her head. She tapped Jack’s shoulder before showing her the different cake recipes that were on her screen, “Hey bud, you know how your dad’s birthday is coming up?”

The little boy nodded his head excitedly as he lifted the paper he was drawing on, “Mhm! I’m drawing him a picture for this picture book I’m making for him!” His excited chirp melted her heart once more as he leaned closer to share a possible secret surprise they could do for him, “Well I’ll tell you a secret, okay? Can you promise not to tell anyone — especially your dad?”

The boy put down his crayon with a serious look on his face, he held his pinky up to which she smiled as she tangled his pinky with his, “I pinky promise, miss Y/N!” At that, she pointed to the cakes on her screen, “You see, your Auntie Pen is planning a little birthday party for your dad; and she wants me to bake a cake for him. I’m gonna need your help choosing which cake to bake, okay?”

“Can I bake the cake with you?” He asked sweetly, wanting to make his dad’s birthday special while also enticed at the idea of having some sweets.Nodding her head after booping his nose, “We sure can do that, little buddy. How about I pick you up after school next week? That way we can bake the cake?”

Jack nods as he claps excitedly, “I can’t wait! We’re gonna have so much fun!” Just as she was about to get into further detail she could hear footsteps approaching — though unsure of to whom they belong to — she quickly closed the browser. “What are you so excited about, Jack?”

At the sound of Hotch’s voice, the duo turned around, trying to pass off a non-scheming team. Jack got off of the chair and jumped on his dad, the unit chief carrying him and pressing a loving kiss to his forehead, “Hi dad! Aunt Jess dropped so Miss Y/N is hanging out with me right now!”

The usually stern-looking boss was biting back a smile but ultimately made way into his soft lips, “And have you been behaving for both of them?” The boy nodded as he pointed to the art materials that were prepared for him, “Yes! I promised I’m being good,” Both Y/N and Jack knew that the little boy was so close to slipping up about how what he was currently drawing was something designed for his father. 

“Which reminds me, I was thinking maybe I can spend a day with Jack next week? I have a fun day lined up for him,” She tried to give an explanation that while vague could still provide sufficient enough details as to what their day would look like. Hotch thought about it, placing a hand on his hip, “I do have a short meeting that day, and it would be nice to give Jessica a break for a little.”

“See? Win-win! Plus, me and Jack need some little bonding time, Hotch,” She gently nudged his side which came as a surprise to the two of them, “I promise to give him back to you in one piece!”

Meanwhile the unit chief struggled to keep his composure; despite the fact that her hand briefly touched his sides, he could feel the warmth spreading all over him, causing him to be slightly flustered. With a warm smile, he nods, “I trust you completely, Y/L/N.”

Ruffling his son’s hair, he nodded his head to the direction of his office, “Buddy, once you’re done hanging out with Ms. Y/N you can come up to my office, okay?”

The boy then nodded with a toothy grin, “Okay daddy! I’ll knock on your door like we said.” Once Hotch walked away, the pair grinned excitedly amongst themselves, looking forward to making a cake for a special someone in their lives.

* “Now can I please add the chocolate chips and sprinkles?”

In all fairness, Jack has learned to space out when to ask. But once again, she shook her head as she was just at the final touches of piping the flavored whipped cream on the already scraped cake, she squeezed out the topping one more time before looking at Jack with a huge grin, “You can do it now, buddy! But remember, don’t add too much okay? We don’t want it to be super sweet!”

“But super sweet is the best!” Jack giggled as he began decorating the cake — he’d argue that this was way more fun than cracking eggs or mixing the ingredients together, perhaps because he got to snack on some of the toppings. 

Swiping some of the chocolate chips had Jack giggling too as he copied her, “I guess you’re right,” She got some of the leftover icing as she placed a dollop of it on his nose, “You are a super sweet boy, and you’re the best!”

That made the boy grin wide as he tried to reach for the whipped cream on his nose by extending his tongue, the scene being too hilarious for her not to giggle; she was in the middle of snapping a picture of Jack when he did the same to her and revelled at her shocked face.

“I had so much fun today, miss Y/N,” Jack sighs happily after he was all done with decorating the cake. Taking this as her cue to let the cake chill properly, she carried it into the fridge and poured him a glass of milk, “I’m glad to hear that, Jack. I like spending time with you too.”

“I wish you can live with us, so we can always do something fun everyday,” He added. And she could not prevent the wishful thinking about how she would love to live with him and the man she fell hopelessly in love with, she understood that he just loved her companion.

As she was starting to wash up the different utensils they had used — she was pleasantly surprised upon seeing how Jack tried to help on his on way by placing them on the sink that was half filled with water and dish soap, another reflection of how Hotch raised him well — when she joked, “I don’t think your dad will like knowing that we have way too much fun every time we hung out.”

Shaking his head allowed his blonde locks to stray away from the earlier perfectly combed bunch of hair, “He won’t think that! Daddy told me how much he likes it when you take care of me, and he likes whenever you come over and cook for us and eat with us!”

The boy’s revelation caused hope to, annoyingly, stir up within her once more. Hotch really thought that? She had to bite down her tongue to prevent the smile that was making its way to her lips as she put on an exaggerated thinking face which once more caused the boy to giggle, “Then I guess I’m stuck with a couple of Hotchner boys, hm?”

“Your Hotchner boys, Y/N!” Jack cheered as he threw his hands up in the air in delight. She could only shake her head as she wiped Jack’s milk mustache with a napkin as she willed her imagination to not wander too far into what she wishes her relationship could be like with the said Hotchner boys; instead remaining grateful for what they already shared.

*

“Okay everybody, Rossi just texted me and said that they were a good 10 minute away so is everything ready?” Penelope was frantically walking around the reserved function room they had rented and was looking expectantly at each member to provide updates on their assigned tasks.

Derek sent everyone an “I got this glance” — which the rest of the team very much appreciated — before heading his way to Penelope, gently massaging her shoulders and whispering cooly in her ear, “Mama, calm down. Everyone’s here, no decorations popped or fell down, food’s hot and ready, everything is perfect; just like you are, of course.”

“Oh my love,” Penelope smiled as she gently stroked his cheek, “Thank you for all your help.” The sight caused Y/N to shake her head as she spoke, “As cute as they are with their banter, it’s way too cheesy for me.”

Jess chuckled as she took a sip of her wine, “Agreed, you’d think they were a married couple or something.” When they were planning this little party for their unit chief, there was no doubt that they would be inviting his sister-in-law. Not only is she the other primary caretaker of Jack, but she also provided the family and warmth he was looking for. “I heard you and Jack baked a cake for Aaron?”

“We did,” She nodded towards the cake that was sitting in the middle of the table, “Little man helped in a lot of ways, even helped me wash the dishes, you know.” Jess smiled at that, remembering when she was told she wouldn’t have to look after Jack since he would be taken care of by one of his agents.

“He really likes you, you know,” Jess mentioned and her mind went to Jack who was playing with Henry and a smile made its way to her lips as she mused, “Jack’s a sweet kid. Always so kind and warm to others. I know I may not have met Haley but I can see how much care and love she gave him, the both of them.”

No matter how many times Jess has heard people talk about Haley, it will never fail to make her feel a pang of hurt; but what comes quickly after that hurt is joy — joy in knowing how she touched and shaped the lives of others, Jack’s and Aaron’s the most. “That was a sweet sentiment, but I wasn’t talking about Jack.”

It was now Y/N’s turn to be confused as she furrowed her eyebrows and looked at Jess who was chuckling softly at her expression, “I was talking about Aaron.”

“Hotch?” She squeaked a little louder than expected because everyone frantically looked at the door and was surprised to not find the man there to which she clarified, “Sorry! We were just talking, didn’t mean for it to be a bit loud.”

Once the laughter in the room died down, Jess then nodded to answer her question, “Like I said, I was referring to Aaron. He really likes you.” That however did not clarify things for her, instead making her all the more baffled. “Well I suppose it makes sense; I haven’t really been doing anything reckless or indifferent to following his orders. That, and I have been helping him out with Jack.”

When Jess shook her head, her blonde curls moved with her which made her see how Jack resembled the Brooks side before she spoke again, “Maybe that too. But I spoke to him recently and he mentioned how grateful he was to have you in Jack’s life, as well as his. And I agreed, saying how lighter and happier he seems because of you.”

She was rendered speechless as Y/N did not have a clue how to respond to that. She did not want to seem like she was overstepping her bounds or making room for herself in their lives so she replied, “I’m touched that he thinks so, but I don’t know. I don’t wanna assume anything or make them feel uncomfortable or even you. ‘Cause it might feel weird to see me caring for Jack or something.”

Before she could fully delve deep into her insecurities and worries, Jess gently stroked her forearm and smiled, “I know Haley, and she would take comfort in the fact that you love and care for her boys the same way she does, she did. You may not see it, but you’re family to them, to me.”

Her words warmed her heart and she had to blink back her tears from falling as she lovingly squeezed back Jess’ hand and returned the smile but just as she was about to speak Penelope excitedly shrieked, “Okay they’re on their way! Y/N have the cake ready! Someone please dim the lights.”

“We’ll talk more later,” Y.N hurried out as Spencer was scrambling to dim the lights in the hall they were in. Jack ran to the agent when he saw that she was lighting the candles in the cake, “Y/N can I hold the cake too?”

“If you want to hold the cake you need to stand still on this chair,” As soon as she slid the chair, Jack stood up tall and proud as he held out his hands, “I’m gonna need you to have steady hands, okay bud? We don’t want the cake we worked hard on to fall, right?”

“Right!” Came his reply. It did not take more than a two minutes when Rossi and Hotch walked in, “Dave if this is one of your other blind dates I am telling you right now it won’t work.”

Just as Hotch finished his sentence he was greeted with wide smiles and cheers as Spencer turned the lights back on and everyone yelled, “Surprise! Happy birthday!”

The team were graced with a wide smile on their unit chief’s face as he was clearly pleased that this party did not end up like the last one. As he walked more towards the guests, his smile widened even more upon seeing the cake being held by Jack and Y/N. “Happy birthday, daddy! Make a wish!”

Standing right in front them, he took in their excited grins and smiled at Jack, “Okay bud,” He looked at Jack, thinking about how all he wished was for his son to remain safe so he could grow up to whatever he wants to be; his eyes then drifted over to Y/N — whose eyes were surprised seeing him focus intensely on her — and thought about how he wished to have her presence, comfort, and love all the time. Closing his eyes, he blew on the candle which prompted more cheers by everyone.

From there on, everything seemed like a blur since the rest of the team busied themselves by sharing laughter and stories in between bites of their meal. Throughout the night, both Hotch and Y/N kept stealing glances from each other as they were delighted upon seeing the other relax. When everyone was all done with their dinner, it came time to eat the cake. As Jack was helping Hotch cut the cake and distribute it to everyone Aaron inquired, “Is this what you and Y/N did the other day? You bake a cake?”

The boy grinned excitedly as he handed a slice to Henry and JJ, “We did bake it, dad! Did you like it? What does it taste like?” Once they cut a piece for themselves after they had given all of their guests one, Aaron fished for a piece on his mouth before feeding Jack a piece, “It tastes really good, Jack! You did great!”

Beaming at his father’s praise, he hugged him tight saying, “I’m glad you liked it dad,” He looked up at him with his puppy dog eyes and sweetly asked, “Can I have some more cake, please?” Hotch chuckled as he handed the plate to his son, “Don’t eat too fast or too much, okay? We don’t want a tummy ache now do we?” The boy nodded as he made his way over to Henry, presumably to talk more about dinosaurs.

With a shake of his head, Hotch then spotted Y/N who seemed to be having a talk with Jess, sighing shakily, he then decided to make his way over to her. Jess spotted him first and excused herself from the conversation. Shock replaced her momentary confusion when Hotch took the side beside her, “Hey, birthday boy. How’s it going?”

“It’s going good, and I think I have you to thank for that,” Came his smooth reply which flustered her as she was quick to clarify, “Oh Penelope was the main mastermind for this. So you have her to thank — or reprimand, but hopefully you won’t do that. Jack and I just baked the cake, you know.”

“And it’s very good,” He said after taking one more bite before placing the plate of cake on the table in front of them, “I wonder what’s your special ingredient?”

Amused with how her usually-seen stern boss was leading a light conversation, which was further emphasized with how a smile ghosted over his lips and not a frown, she decided to ride along with it by replying, “Well Jack’s enthusiasm did help, but really it’s nothing a little vanilla extract can’t make better.”

Another hearty chuckle rumbled from his chest as he said, “You need to stop selling yourself short, you know? You’re great.” The heat was unpreventable from spreading throughout her face. As she simply crossed her legs and shrugged, unsure of what to say, “Well so are you. Everyone in this room can attest to how great you are — whether as a father, unit chief, or you know, a friend.”

It was now his turn to blush slightly as he looked at her sincerely and thought about how he wants to lead their conversation, “And is that all that you think of me? Nothing more than that?”

“Would you fire me if I were ever too honest with you? Like on a personal level?”

Though she knew that her remark was meant to be taken playfully but could sense her hesitation and to help appease her he helped out for her hand and led them over to a secluded part of the restaurant. Pleased with the way his hand enveloped and radiated warmth over hers, she looked at him with an intensity she had never seen before, “One of the things I admire most about you is how you speak your mind; sure this is useful during cases and briefs but it’s different on a personal level. So, please, whatever you wish to say, just say it.”

She thought about it for a second, thought about the possible outcome her action or words may arise; and came to the conclusion that it was better to risk rather than regret so with a trembling breath she breathed out, “I like you, Aaron. For the longest time I tried to think that maybe it was just admiration? But it was more than that,” In a surprising surge of confidence she held his hands in hers and kissed his knuckles, “I liked that you were this tough person who still sees the good in others. Being in your presence radiates warmth and joy,” Perhaps they were both thinking the same thing, that it’s funny how he radiated joy when he rarely smiled, “I, I could go on and on about how much you mean to me, but I’m hoping that maybe this could be the start of me expressing what I feel for you? Only if you would let me, of course.”

The unit chief took in her nervous expression which to him was utterly adorable before smiling at her, “Have I ever mentioned how adorable you are?”

“No, not really, it hasn’t exactly come up in between cases,” She humored him as she still nervously wondered what was going on in his mind. “I’ll cut you a deal then — how about we remind each other how much we mean to one another?”

Taking a step closer so their fronts were touching and they could take it in everything about each other smiled, “I like the sound of that. Does that mean we’re seeing each other now?”

Wanting to make it clear for her, he untangled their hands delicately on her cheeks to pull her in, letting their lips collide softly; her hands rested on his arms to anchor herself with the intensity in which he kissed her. She could feel the relief and  delight spread to her and wishing to share it with him by fervently pressing her lips into his as she smiled into the kiss and let out a whimper when he gently bit her bottom lip. 

Snapping them back to reality was the sound of some yelling — that thankfully, did not sound urgent — they both parted ways yet still remained pressed against each other as they focused on steadying their breathing, “Can I take you out tomorrow on a date?”

Smiling at his polite question, she nodded and smiled, “I would love that, Aaron.” He pressed one last kiss to her lips before taking a step back to just look at her beautiful features before speaking, “That sounds perfect then. I’ll ask Jess if she can watch Jack.”

“How about for one of our other dates, we can take Jack too? So he doesn’t feel like he’s left out or so he can, you know, gradually get used to us.”

At that Aaron could feel his heart warm up at the thought of why he admired her, because she always looks after his son. He nods and places his hand behind her back, guiding her back in the function hall, “God, as if you couldn't be any perfect.”

Just as she was about to ask him what he meant she was interrupted by the teasing and cheers of the team who were delighted to see that the two agents now had some sort of deeper relationship. Hotch decided to give them a pass for the teasing, deciding that celebrating another year of life with Jack and his family; and even better he finally landed the person of his dream 

#aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchnner x fem!reader #aaron hotchner #thomas gibson #aaron hotchner fluff #aaron hotchner angst #aaron hotch x reader #aaron hotchner fanfiction #happybirthdayhotch22

[amyreadsandstresses]

AMY'S ONCE IN A CENTURY FIC RECS

Because "daily" couldn't be more of a lie at this point

I stopped for a while bc I've mostly been reading Criminal Minds fics latetly, but it's been so long I figured I might as well drop some stuff here

BBC SHERLOCK:

*How Long? - camerasparring

23k, 6/6, Sherlock Holmes/John Watson, Past Sherlock Holmes/Sebastian Wilkes, SO GOOD OMG, Separation

Not long after meeting John, Sherlock receives an email from an old acquaintance. Unfortunately, Sherlock has neglected to tell anyone he was once married.

*Winter to Spring - standbygo

19k, 10/10, Sherlock Holmes/John Watson, Rosie Watson, ANGST, Parenthood, Post Nuclear War, Mycroft Holmes, Happy Ending

Sherlock is babysitting Rosie when the ultimate disaster strikes London. There will be fear, there will be danger, there will be despair - but in the end, there will be love.

CRIMINAL MINDS:

*Fuck the Feds - orphan_account

6k, 9/9, Gen, Punk Spencer, 5+1

The other's start to realise their view of Spencer is far from what he really is. They put him the box of 'geeky virgin' and this is how they realise how wrong they were.

basically 5 +1 things of the team getting clues that reid isn't as straight forward as they thought he was

*dry me off and hold me close - spencers-renaissance (tomlinsoul)

5k, 1/1, Derek Morgan/Spencer Reid, Disabled Spencer Reid, Implied/Referenced Ableism, Team as a Family, Fluff

Derek has finally relented and is bringing his boyfriend Spencer to meet the rest of the team. That means, though, he has to finally tell them about his boyfriend's disability. Terrified that they'll react badly, he puts it off until he can't anymore. Turns out he was worried for nothing.

*I Can't Recall The Last Time I Was Kissed - TheNameIsBritney

17k, 1/1, Spencer Reid/Derek Morgan, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Hospitals, Slow Burn

After Reid is shot on a date, the team have to rush to find the person who did this to him and bring them to justice. However, Reid isn't being entirely forthcoming about all of the details, leaving Morgan to wonder just what it is Reid is hiding from them.

*Wrong Life - EllisLuie

71k, 22/22, Spencer Reid & David Rossi, Canon Divergance, Morgan & Reid Bromance, UFFF SO GOOD

David Rossi's son was kidnapped when he was four, and two years later David and Carolyn were led to believe that he was murdered. However, years later, the BAU team gets a case that sheds some light on Rossi's son - and tells him that maybe James is closer than he thought.

*Little Miracles - KatinaMoon

14k, 10/10, JJ & Spencer Reid Iconic Friendship, Hurt/Comfort, BAMF Spencer Reid, BAMF JJ, Autistic Spencer Reid

When a case goes drastically wrong, Reid is forced to put his brain to good use; helping JJ deliver her baby while FBI headquarters burns around them.

*See me, hear me, love me. - seeds

*can you see where the wind is? - renbuckleydiaz

4k, 1/1, JJ & Spencer Reid, Hurt/Comfort, Worried BAU, Snow Storm

No matter how hard he cried or how much he begged, she didn't wake up. Grunting with the strain it took, Spencer bent slightly to slide one arm under her knees, and he hoisted her up into his arms, the limbs already beginning to ache. But he stubbornly held on, and after taking a few stumbling steps, he continued on. 

"Please, JJ. . ."

*The Saw You Say It Verse - orphan_account

9k, 8 works, Spencer Reid/Derek Morgan, Deaf Spencer Reid, Ableism, BAU as Family, ASL

WORK 1: "I mean it." Spencer signed. "You interpret for me the whole time or not at all, don't leave me out half way through the conversation. I try to keep up - you have to meet me half way."

Hotch and Morgan lose Spencer in translation at the scene of a crime and unintentionally push him out. Spencer doesn't let it lie when they get back to their temporary base...

#amy's fic rec #bbc sherlock #johnlock #sherlock fic rec #criminal minds #spencer reid #moreid #criminal minds fic rec

[sizey-oc-smackdown]

ROUND 1: BATTLE 5

Participants: @sizeshiftingdeath 's Derek, Chase, Ash, and Quince, @kayla-crazy-stuffs 's Kyo Miyama, and @poprockpanda 's Oliver "Ollie" & Morrigan "Shadow Bestie" (omg my nepo babies)

Descriptions: "Derek- Messy dirty blond hair, light brown skin, wears a bandana around his neck, freckles, pinkish eyes Chase- White, brown hair, usually wears sweatshirts, freckles, light purple eyes Ash- Pink hair, pale, scar under right eye, blue eyes, traumatized Quince- brown skin, Brown hair, scar under right eye, green eyes, traumatized but pretends he isn't, dad jokes all day every day"

"slightly dark brown hair, green eyes, white t-shirt with black pants and dark brown boots. He also has a scarf the color of his eyes that covers a scar/wound on his neck."

"Mouse boy got abandoned by his family, fucks around and is bad at it, and then gets a cool shadow beast friend. Shadow Bestie is a quirky cryptid made of shadows."

Propaganda: "Quince- He is Ash's dad and is a 41 years old. This bitch (affectionate) knows no fear, which, since he's a borrower, is not a good thing. He actually gave himself the scar across his eye just to "look cool" which he regretted almost immediately since he now can't see out of that eye (it does look cool tho). He went missing/got captured when Ash was 10. Who knows what happened to him? (I do >:)c )

Ash- They are a non-binary borrower. They're 16, blind in one eye bc of the scar. Definitely is terrified of humans, takes forever for them to warm up to any. Dyed their hair using some random pink hair dye they found and thought it was cool. Got it pretty much all over their hands and neck on accident.

Chase- He's 19 years old. Chase tries to look big and scary but he's a real softie and wouldn't hurt a fly. Also, he is bisexual chaos lmao. He is an absolute disaster half the time and I love him for it.

Derek- He's 19 years old as well. Eventually him and Chase start dating. He's seen some shit but you can't really tell unless he tells you. And by tells you I mean he drops it in a normal conversation so casually it gives you whiplash, also the reason he always wears a bandanna around his neck. He is a very kind man."

"Really mean towards the humans but really nice when it comes to his little sister"

"Ollie is a little cringe baby who hasn't had a peaceful day or a good night's rest since he was 11. SB is just a curious cryptid who is super interested in Ollie's shenanigans."

Extra Bits of Propaganda: Ollie and SB Fic

because i am the poll runner and i want my little guys to win i am going to bribe a bit. if they make it past this round i promise to finish and publish the second chapter i planned for their fic of them hanging out and i will draw them both in pretty dresses. hope this convinces y'all to not murder my buffoons in round one lol

#sizey oc smackdown #sizey smackdowns! #i can and will ramble about my nerds forever #please ask me to talk about them

[masterwords]

I would love for you to concoct a situation where Derek accidentally calls Hotch 'babyboy' 😂

Well. This came through at a pretty interesting time, because I was trying to come up with something for @the-slumberparty writer warm-up to go with my prompts: for genre, the wheel of doom gave me comedy, and for the character archetype the random generator handed me perfectionist. So...some truly real insanity was born from those and this prompt. Uh, you're welcome? Unedited, written in less than an hour...it just is what it is. There were other ideas here that would have made it more complicated and fleshed out, like why Hotch is baking in the middle of the night but that's a story for another time. I tried to keep this around 1k words.

**

It isn't their fault.

They've been left unsupervised, and with unrestricted access to a number of expensive bottles of wine for far too much of the night to be held responsible.

At least, that's what they claim when Hotch sweeps through the room with flour dusted khakis and a little smudge right on the end of his nose. “What are you two doing?” he asks, exasperated. The music is far too loud for the time of night. It's been creeping higher and higher, maybe a game they're playing to see how long it takes him to notice. He's glad Jack is at a sleepover or this mild inconvenience would be a lot more pressing.

“You want to join us?” Penelope asks, sliding out from under her blanket to reach for her glass. Hotch shakes his head and turns the music down without asking.

“No, thank you. I'd just like you both to remember that we have neighbors, and it is 11pm.”

Derek huffs and stands, arching his back. He's more than ready for bed, almost a full glass of wine behind Penelope and ready to call it a night. He doesn't drink like this anymore. But his kitchen is a nightmare of epic proportions, a complete disaster, and he's not sure if Hotch is anywhere near finished.

“Can I help?” he asks, his hands coming to rest on Hotch's hips. HE can't keep his hands to himself. “Make this go faster?”

“You can't rush pastry.”

“You're such a nerd. C'mon Clooney, let's go for a walk...you too, babygirl.”

Penelope sighs and pushes into her blanket with a huff. “Nope. Not walking. You cannot bully me into exercising at this time of night, Derek Morgan. I don't care how handsome you are, you could tell me you were heading out naked and I still wouldn't go.”

“Fine, then let's just go into the yard. Clooney needs to go out and so do I.”

Hotch is glad when they decide that sitting in the backyard is preferable, the last thing he wants to do at this time of night is put on his shoes and jacket for a rescue mission when they get lost. Wine is not a reliable navigation aid.

“So,” Penelope says, leaning back against Derek on the deck. Clooney is snuffling around in the yard hunting for his tennis ball. He knows what's up. “If I'm your babygirl, does that make him your babyboy?”

Derek scrunches his nose in disgust. “What the hell are you talking about, woman?”

“It's just...you always give people pet names. Babygirl, prettyboy, princess...what do you call him?”

“I call him whatever the fuck I wanna call him. I don't know.”

“Call him babyboy. See what he does.”

“Are you trying to end my relationship, Penelope?”

She laughs and it startles Clooney. He twitches and backs out of the bushes, turning to peer at them through the dark yard. “Just do it. Please. Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease.”

He couldn't be held responsible, that he was absolutely sure of. That fuzzy come what may feeling that washes over you after your first glass of wine and only gets thicker and more comfortable as you continue pouring stopped him from being able to reason it out. He could pull it off, he convinced himself of that quickly...Derek's confidence knows no bounds.

Penelope's elbow in his rib at the sound of the backdoor sliding open seals his fate. “I'm finished. Would you mind letting me know how they turned out?” Both of them turn around to see Hotch with a small plate in his hands, presenting them each with what looks like a perfect little éclair.

“You...made those?” Penelope gushes, standing quickly to get a better look. Suddenly she's realizing that the pastries that have been appearing in the breakroom for years with no one to claim them...the pastries she'd thought had to have come from a professional bakery...might just be the product of her stoic boss and his insomnia. “Sir?”

“Please be honest,” he says, ignoring the way she's started to melt all over the place. “I have just enough time for one more batch if necessary.”

Derek snatches one off of the plate and pushes it into his mouth in one bite, smearing some of the cream and chocolate over his lips in his rush. He already knows they're perfect, he's been staring at the scale every morning waiting for those numbers to move...he's been Hotch's taste tester far too often. It's just that he can't help it. He can't say no.

“Mmmm...babyboy, you have outdone yourself...” he mutters drunk and close, his mouth full of chocolate and pastry cream. The look on Hotch's face, not even a little amused, tells him he's not as slick as he'd hoped. Even with a mouthful of éclair he can't pull off a nickname like that. He shouldn't have tried.

“Derek.”

“I'm sorry. Penelope told me I should...”

“Don't say anything else, please. You've had a lot to drink so I'm willing to give you a pass this time. If it happens again, there will be consequences.”

Derek doesn't like the sound of that. Not one bit. Penelope holds her hand over her mouth and giggles at how that sounds, ashamed at how quickly her mind jumped down a filthy rabbit hole. Hotch grunts and takes his plate back inside without waiting for their seal of approval – he knows the pastries are good. It's time to clean up and go to bed before he has to think about what Derek called him again.

“What do you think the consequences would be?” Penelope asks, gulping the last of her wine. Derek glares at her.

“Stop it, ya little busybody. I'm in deep now and it's your fault.”

“Oh come on, it was just for fun...he'll laugh about it later. It's not like you called him sweetcheeks. OH...YOU SHOULD...”

“You're cut off. No more wine for you. Get your little hiney inside before I lock you out.”

#aaron hotchner #derek morgan #penelope garcia #clooney the dog #hotchgan #hotch x morgan #this is a crack fic and there is nothing else to say about that... #navy and roo sleepover

[cattatonically]

Want You Bad - Day 5

This is part of a series for #sterekvalentineweek - I would suggest reading them in order.

What you can generally expect - hilarity, chaos, mishaps, slow burn, strong language, and vague descriptions of some minor criminal activity.

I hope you have as much fun on this adventure as I did!

Day 1 Day 2 Day 3 Day 4

It was Stiles’ usual night out with his friends. They were at their usual bar, and, of course, discussing his latest case - or, as many of the details that he could legally share.

Danny was laughing at his anecdotes, and adding his own. Erica and Boyd were snuggled up and being snarky. Isaac was making quips at Stiles’ expense. Jackson was reminding, for the millionth time, that he would absolutely not bail Stiles out of jail. Peter and Kira were commiserating about Stiles being their biggest headache, and the drinks were flowing freely. All in all, Stiles was having a really great night!

And really, he could only blame the six beers he’d had for what happened next. And the fact that he had not been thinking at all in that moment.

One minute, he was laughing at something Isaac had said, leaning into Danny for support, and the next, his vision had honed in on Derek and Jordan standing at the bar, laughing to themselves.

It looked like Jordan had his hand on Derek’s arm. They were standing way too close to each other for Stiles’ liking. And then, Stiles was standing from his table, and walking right on over to them.

Sliding right in next to Derek, before Stiles could even realize what he was doing, he leaned up and licked Derek right across the cheek. Then, he turned and stared Jordan down. And Jordan? Well. He just burst out laughing. And that’s when it all hit Stiles.

“Uh…” he said eloquently.

“What the hell?” Derek asked. And all Stiles could do was blink up at him as Derek grabbed a napkin from the bar and wiped his cheek.

“Um. Oops?”

“Oops? Stiles, how the hell is licking me an ‘oops’ situation?” Jordan had calmed his laughter down by now, sort of, and addressed Stiles himself.

“Oh my god, chill out. He’s yours, Stiles. Absolutely yours,” Jordan emphasized, glancing at Derek, who glared right back at Jordan.

“I am not his, Jordan.”

“He licked you. So you’re his,” Jordan said through another fit of giggles. Derek sighed.

“Jordan, you are 35 years old. How are as mature as a 12-year-old?”

“The Stilinski Effect, most likely.”

“Wait,” Stiles said, brain finally coming back online. “Which Stilinski?”

“Yes,” was all Jordan said, with a sombre nod. “Anyway, have a great rest of your night, Stiles.” Then he grabbed the drinks that had been put in front of him, and walked away to a different table, Derek following along.

On slightly shaky legs, Stiles wandered back to his own table, and collapsed next to Danny in a heap.

“Stiles. I know I have given you a lot of flak for how you’ve gone about courting my nephew. But that. That was truly a masterclass in disaster.” Peter was grinning at him like the cat that caught the canary. All Stiles could do was sigh as the others burst out laughing.

#sterekvalentineweek2023 #Teen Wolf #Stiles Stilinski #Derek Hale #Stiles is a bit of a disaster #But everyone loves him anyway #Slow burn #sterek is endgame #Catt writes

[niceminipotato]

I was on tiktok while at work cuz ya know. Anyway one of them popped off and it was morphine high Mer and Addie talking. And it just triggered the good ol’ Meddison brain box. (I like that name… Meddison brain box) The scene goes pretty much the same way as the original and everything has happened as canon.

M: Are you ok?

A: Fine… how are you?

M: I’m trying to choose between two men

A: okay well. Good luck with that

-Addison starts to walk out and Meredith begins to ramble-

M: i have to pick between them cuz I love you but I can’t have you

-Addison freezes at the door and looks back-

A: what did you say?

M: I’ve been letting men use me to see if that’ll work

-Addison walks back to her after closing the door. Meredith lays her head back and starts to talk to the ceiling.-

M: A very pathetic way to erase you. It’s not working though.

-Meredith laughs stupidly. Addison’s eyes sting.-

A: …

M: But I have to. I can’t love you. You hate me. You’ve always hated me. And now probably more. I let Derek take me too. But he’s the closest I’ll ever get to you. So I let it happen.

A: Gre-

M: I’m sorry I can’t tell you I love you. I’m a disaster. I’m a dirty mistress an adulterous whore.

-Meredith laughs but cries at the same time-

A: I don’t hate you, Meredith. I could never hate you.

-Addison walks closer and sits next to her on the bed. Meredith smiled dumbly.-

M: This is nice. My brain giving hallucinations of Addison. Weird that it’s trying to comfort me by giving me Addison.

A: Mer-

M: Can you do me a favor? Can you tell Addison that I’m sorry? Tell her that I know I deserve nothing at all but I am sorry for hurting her the way I did. Tell her I know I can’t have her and that I understand that she hates me.

-Addison allows herself to cry as Meredith speaks. Meredith cries along with her.-

A: Meredith I-

M: I’m sleepy…

-Meredith’s eyes get heavy.-

M: Please, tell Addie that I love her.

-Meredith falls asleep with tears still streaming down her cheeks. Addison brushes Mer’s tears away.-

A: You stupid fool, Meredith Grey.

-Addison can’t help but cry some more-

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Meredith wakes up still groggy but with glimpses of a dream. She recalls talking to Addison and telling her about loving her. She’s thankful it was only a ‘dream’. She opens her eyes fully and sees Finn. And she knows she shouldn’t do this anymore so she tells him that. And she feels awful when he leaves but it’s better that way. He deserves better than her. Then Derek comes to see her and surprisingly he breaks off whatever it was they had for all of three days after her brightest most destructive idea to date. So she stays alone for a while. She looks out the window and then she hears them. Addison’s heels clicking on the floor out in the hallway. And Meredith closes her eyes facing the window which is opposite the door. And she prays Addison will continue to walk but that doesn’t happen. Addison walks into her room and she hears the door click shut.

A: I know you’re awake, you idiot

-Meredith releases a sigh and turns to look at Addison. Addison looks at her with a soft smile.-

A: feeling better?

-Meredith nods cuz she can’t talk.-

A: Good. That’s good. So?

M: W-what?

A: I accept your apology

-Meredith looks at her confused.-

A: How much do you remember from before the surgery?

-Meredith’s eyes go wide because there’s no way what she remembers as a dream is actually true.-

A: can you choose me?

M: what are you-

A: Choose me, to love

M: But I…

-Meredith’s monitors start going crazy. Addison reaches a hand to her cheek and caresses gently.-

A: It’s ok.

-A few tears escape Meredith’s eyes.-

A: I swear. It’s ok. I’m ok.

M: Y-you s-sure?

-Addison smiles and the monitors start to calm down.-

A: Absolutely… now get some rest. I’ll watch over you tonight.

M: Ok.

A: Ok.

Gosh I was hurt so I hurt y’all too but they ok so it’s ok. Right.

#addison montgomery #meddison #meredith grey #meredith x addison #addison x meredith #greys anatomy

[andreafmn]

Masterlist

last updated: August 31, 2023

Teen Wolf

Derek Hale

I'm Not Afraid

(Y/N) Argent arrived at Beacon Hills to put to rest her father’s sister, Kate Argent. For the first time, her family has decided to settle down and sustain a life in this interesting small town. After 17 years, (Y/N) has the opportunity to establish interpersonal relationships but will she be ready to face the complications that come with relating to her cousin’s, Allison, friends; especially, the infamous Derek Hale. She will face the adventure of being associated with the Derek and McCall pack as well as being faced with the discovery of certain aspects of her life she never imagined.

Derek Unnamed Request

Request: TW imagine being Stiles little sister and the pack finding your art book of them and Stiles and Malia being concerned because your not in it when u didn't draw or sketch your self and Derek explains why because ur not a part of the pack.

Ours

Derek Hale and (Y/N) have been together for a long time, and they didn’t know something was missing from their lives until it arrived unexpectedly. And all they want to do is revel in the moment for as long as they can, by themselves.

Twilight

Carlisle Cullen

Collision*

(Y/N) Uley is back home after being away for four years. Her life is at a standstill and she is taking time to find out who she is without school. But she never thought that coming back to the reservation would turn her whole life around. In the midst of secrets and mysteries, a man crashes into Spencer's path, and her life will never be the same.

Rosalie Hale

Bound - One Shot

Tricked by the Universe - One Shot

Art - One Shot

Bound [Extended Version]

Jasper Hale

Sealed with a Kiss

A self-proclaimed ‘lone-wolf,’ (Y/N) had always walked through life on her own. As much as she wanted it, she could never find the right fit among other vampire covens. But when she decides to cruise through Forks, Washington she meets the famous Cullen family and their resident brooding blonde with a pessimistic point of view toward his love life. It might just take a stubborn vampire to change his mind.

Karmic Retribution

(Y/N) Cullen might be even-tempered and calm by nature. But when it came to her partner, no one gets by unscathed. Not even her own family.

Paul Lahote

Speak

Bella Swan was a disaster when Edward had left. Deciding she needed a little help, Charlie Swan receives with open arms his younger daughter (Y/N) Swan. She helps Bella during her depression and becomes inseparable from her long-lost friend Jacob. What she didn't expect was falling for a hotheaded short-tempered silver wolf.

Embry Call

Truth

Embry and (Y/N) getting together was inevitable, and it seemed that the universe concurred.

Jacob Black

Because It's You

After (Y/N) Swan moves back to Forks, Washington to live with her sister and her father, she meets one Paul Lahote. Even if her heart had always been spoken for by her childhood best friend, she still falls into a whirlwind romance with Paul that ends with a pregnancy and a betrayal. Can Jacob accept her even in her situation once they are fatefully bonded?

Criminal Minds

Aaron Hotchner

Running In Circles

(Y/N) Rossi is following in her father's footsteps by joining the BAU team as a profiler. The girl genius knew almost everything but she could have never predicted falling for Aaron Hotchner, her boss, and her father's friend. in their world mutual feelings are not enough to push them together. Will all the adversities and obstacles they face pull them together or push them apart forever?

Keeping Secrets*

(Y/N) and Hotch have been keeping their relationship under tight wraps, not wanting the team to be involved in their personal business. But too many glances and oddly timed touches make the truth come out before they can say anything.

Marvel Cinematic Universe

Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers

Choices*

After the snap, (Y/N) and Steve decided to shift their friendship into a romantic relationship. After the Battle of Earth, and Thanos’s ultimate defeat, Steve had to travel back in time to return the stones, but what (Y/N) doesn’t know is he’s not returning. The man leaves to his best friend the hard task to break the news to his lover. But what will happen if Steve returns in an unexpected manner?

Loki Laufeyson & Thor Odinson

Twists of Fate

Being a royal has its perks, but it comes with responsibilities (Y/N) and Thor had not expected. In the game of love, war, and kingdoms, fate tends to play tricks no one needs.

Thor Odinson & Bucky Barnes

Made for Each Other*

In a world where everyone has a soulmate, (Y/N) gets two. One turns out to be a god, the other a 90+ year-old brainwashed Hydra assassin. Both men will have to learn to share because (Y/N) is not giving up either of them.

Peter Parker (Earth 19999)

Swinging By

Peter would never take being Spiderman for granted, but he couldn't deny the exhaustion that came with balancing his superhero life and being a teenager. One night, the sluggishness takes over him and he ends up in a bedroom that is not quite his. How would his downstairs neighbor react to the boy upstairs being a masked hero?

Good Girls

Rio "Christopher"

Heartbeat*

(Y/N) Marks had no free time. From studying for med school, working her rounds for clinical, and the occasional babysitting her sisters sprung on her, she was all booked up. But none of that stopped her from aiding her sister and their best friends to rob a grocery store. She could have never guessed those couple of minutes would be enough to change her life forever or that it would lead to her meeting the man that would catalyze that shift.

Avatar

Jake Sully & Neteyam

In the Heat of the Moment*

Every month, female Omatikayans go through their heat whilst men go through their rut. It’s a time for mates to engage in the most animalistic desires. But when one of the two is gone, it can be a rather painstaking endeavor. With Neteyam gone on a hunting trip, (Y/N) has to go through her heat alone for the first time. Or does she?

Jake Sully & Neteyam & Lo'ak

For the Rest of Time*

(Y/N)’s heart is being pulled in two directions. On the one hand, having Neteyam as her mate seems like an obvious and practical decision. But on the other, choosing Lo'ak guarantees a life of exhilarating adventure. Still, the only thing they have in common is how they leave her high and dry on multiple occasions. Until Jake Sully becomes tired of his sons’ behaviors and gives (Y/N) what she wants.

Neteyam

Until They're Gone*

Neteyam’s life had been written out since the moment he was born. He was told who he would be and how he would do it for as long as he could remember. All he wanted was to do something for himself and it didn’t matter who it hurt in the end.

Harry Potter

Remus Lupin

You'll Feel Better

It had always been a running joke between the Marauders that Remus always had chocolate on him. But (Y/N) didn’t know how it had started. After James, in a cruel attempt at a hurtful joke, reveals the reason to (Y/N) she can’t help but make it her mission to change Remus’ mind about the sweet treat.

Holidays

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[celestialvoid-fanfiction]

The Chipped Cup

Stiles dropped a coffee cup and it chipped. Derek reassures him everything’s fine.

For @imagine-sterek​ Christmas in July 2021 event

(You can also read it on AO3, here)

There was a loud crash in the other room.

Derek jumped. He set aside the book he was holding and leapt to his feet.

“Stiles,” he called as he ran through the open doorway and into the kitchen. “Are you okay?”

Stiles was standing in the kitchen. He stared down at the floor, the dark depths of his smoky quartz eyes glistening with welling tears and his hands trembling. His lips quivered as his voice caught in his throat, his words dying away.

“Stiles?” Derek said, his voice soft but firm. He reached out and cupped Stiles’ cheek, gently encouraging him to meet Derek’s gaze. “Stiles, look at me. Are you okay?”

“I’m sorry,” was all Stiles was able to say, his voice raspy and broken.

Derek’s brow furrowed slightly. He looked down at what Stiles was staring at: an ombre mug with speckled paint that faded from white to shades of grey and black down the bottom lay on the floor.

Stiles pulled away from Derek and crouched down to pick up the cup. His hands shook as he held, slowly turning it around in his hands.

He froze.

His heart dropped into his stomach.

The rim of the mug had been chipped; a piece of the painted ceramic broken from the lip of the cup, exposing the beige clay.

Tears began to fall down his mole-speckled cheeks. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

“Stiles, it’s okay,” he reassured him.

“I chipped it,” Stiles said, rising to his feet again. He cradled the cup in his hands, staring down at the broken rim.

“It’s just a cup,” Derek said softly. He took the mug from Stiles’ hand and set it down on the counter.

“I can fix it,” Stiles offered, his heart racing as he began to ramble. “It’s only little, and if I glue the piece back in you wouldn’t be able to tell.”

“Stiles, look at me.” Derek cupped his cheeks, turning Stiles’ face towards his.

Stiles kept his gaze down, not meeting Derek’s eye.

“Are you hurt?” Derek asked.

Stiles shook his head.

“That’s what matters,” Derek said. “Now, what’s going on? You only ever freak out this much if you’re anxious about something.”

“It’s my first time staying over at your place since we started dating and I’ve already made a mess of everything,” Stiles said quietly.

“No, you haven’t,” Derek said softly, reassuringly.

“I broke your cup,” Stiles said, looking at the mug on the counter.

“I have more cups,” Derek replied, fighting the urge to chuckle at how sweet Stiles was. Derek craned his neck to meet Stiles’ gaze. “But there’s only one you.”

Stiles looked up through his teary eyelashes, meeting Derek’s pale aventurine eyes.

“What are you really worried about?” Derek asked.

Stiles dropped his gaze.

“Are you scared that a couple of accidents are going to make me break up with you?”

“I’m a walking, talking disaster, Der,” Stiles answered.

“You’re my walking, talking disaster,” Derek corrected. “And if a couple of chipped cups is the price I have to pay to be with you, so be it.”

Derek took a step closer, resting his forehead against Stiles’.

His voice was low and soft as he whispered, “I want you, Stiles. I want to be with you.”

A tear rolled down Stiles’ cheek.

Derek gently brushed it away with the ball of his thumb.

He leant back slightly, lifting his chin and pressing a soft kiss to Stiles’ forehead.

“I’ll fix the cup,” stiles promised, his voice still quiet and raspy.

Derek looked over at the cup.

“You know what?” he started, letting his voice trail off. He picked up the cup, carrying it into the loungeroom. He set it on the mantle above the old brick fireplace before picking up the small bouquet of dandelions that Cora had picked for Derek as a joke and moving them into the chipped mug. He poured the water from the small vase into the cup and stepped back, admiring he bold yellow flowers that stood out against the ombre monochromatic mug.

He heard Stiles shuffle into the loungeroom behind him.

He turned, holding out his arm as Stiles stepped into his arms, leaning his head against Derek’s shoulder as Derek pulled him close to his side.

Derek turned and kissed the top of Stiles’ head. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

#sterek #sterek au #sterek fluff #sterek fanfiction #sterek fanfic #sterek fic #sterek ficlet #sterek drabble #sterek one shot #sterek short one shot #sterek domestic au #domestic sterek #domestic!sterek #sterek christmas in july #imagine-sterek christmas in july #sterek christmas in july event #imagine-sterek christmas in july event #sterek christmas in july 2021

[slowpoke-fics]

Secrets Hold | Mate Series

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Pairing: Derek x Reader

Summary: Derek is starting to really push at your secrets and he just might figure them out

Warnings: none that I can think of, OOC Derek n really everyone but I'm a sucker for a family pack, as always read at your own risk

A/N: Part One | This is Two | Next Chapter

How much longer could you hide your secret?

Scott was silent on the way home, his talk with Derek clearly bothering him, you hated that you couldn't know for sure how he felt about you. "What's troubling you Scott?" You light heartedly asked, to which Scott turned to you, head rested on his hand. "Liam, he-" a sigh, "he's been at this enough he should be able to control himself." You put your hand on Scott's shoulder, tapping him a few times for comfort, "He's doing a lot better, he'll get there." You leaned back, laughing at Stiles comment about Liam's temper never getting better. Scott privately smelled his shoulder, there wasn't anything special, he thought to himself, what is Derek talking about?

Of course you continued covering yourself with anything and everything, and of course Derek started being more passive aggressive about it. He had finally had enough, and he just happened to see you shopping at the same time he was, what a chance. "Hey, Y/n," you turn to face Derek in the isle standing with the popcorn, smug smirk on his face, "I love the lemon kick you've been on recently." Your eyes twinkled at him, "Thanks, I find it can be quite inviting to the right people." He laughed and cleared his throat, walking up to you, "Are you shopping for the pack meeting tonight?" You eyed your list, "Yeah," you moved your hand out of the way as he grabbed the list. He spoke softly, almost unsure, "I was hoping everyone could stick around for a movie."

Your eyes lit up, something Derek didn't miss, the bright smile plastered on your face, "Oh I hope they can! It'd be so fun! What kind of movie did you have in mind?" Derek smiled, "Probably a scary movie." You continued smiling, reaching for the list, “I'll pay for the stuff on this list, it's for the pack," he pulled away from you. A rush of anxiety hit you as the thought crossed your mind that Derek didn't like you, that his swapping places with Scott, wanting you to train, running into you, trying to get close, it's not because of a crush. He actually thinks I'm a threat.

Your blood ran cold, smile draining from your face as the disappointment set in, "Oh no, it's my list too." Derek couldn't smell you, but he definitely noticed the change in your body language and felt a pang of guilt. You snatched the list gently, discreetly taking a deep breath in, and letting go, you smiled at him, "You're welcome to stick around with me though, I've just got five or six more things to get." Derek smiled, forgetting the fact that he was trying to get a whiff of your true scent and started enjoying just shopping with you. "One more thing, I have a bit of a sweet tooth," you blushed a little as Derek already started leading you to the candy isle.

"No worries, what kind?" You hummed, picking up multiple bags of candy and placing them down. Bouncing slightly, you whined, "I just need one, which do you think," you held up the bag in your left hand, "caramels, or..." holding your righthand up, smiling brightly, "cow tails?" Derek smiled, pointing to the caramels, "Caramels for your place," pointing to the cow tails, "cow tails for the loft." You giggled, throwing the cow tails down and caramels into the buggy, pushing it out of the isle, "Doesn't work like that!" You kept walking, but kept track of Derek, listening to him try and get a whiff of the bags in the isle before he caught up to you, throwing it in the buggy as well, "Does too! I buy the groceries for the loft, and if I want to buy snacks for you, I can!" You two giggled, making your way to the checkout and out of the store, Derek helping unload your stuff into your car.

He couldn't stop thinking about that one tiny whiff. He's sure you gave it to him on purpose, limiting your scent on purpose yet again, but why? What are you doing? What are you? You're clearly smart, clearly know the workings of wolves, enough to know that a scent can be overrun by high trafficked areas. You're too careful, excessively hidden, even he wasn't that bad. Even right now he could smell his own curiosity. He hated himself for what he was about to do.

Derek put his foot behind you, trying to catch your foot just enough for him to have to catch you. He of course wouldn't let you fall, but he had to get a better scent. When you stepped back, you slid your foot, coming millimeters away from his, stepping over it and placing it just millimeters down on the other side. Two can play at that game, you thought to yourself, but without missing a beat said to Derek as you turned for your drivers side, "It was fun! See you in a bit!" You got into your car, Derek already out of the way and knew he was listening, you turned the music up, calling the only person you could. "Hey," you sighed, "take you to the pack meeting tonight?"

You pulled up in front of Stiles house, smiling as he hurried out the door, lightly tripping on his way to your car. "Hey! Y/n," he hurried into the car, "is everything okay?" You sighed, turning the music to a loud enough volume prying ears wouldn't hear, "I think it's time to come clean."

Stiles went white, "Oh, uhm, okay," he threw his hands out, "what makes you say that? What makes you think that's sane?" You laughed, "Derek's been trying to get my scent for awhile now," you sighed, all laughter gone from your body, "I don't want to cause a rift and there are things you don't know," you shook your head, "I'm raising a suspicious amount of questions."

Stiles stared at you, "I'll back you up, you've never done anything to harm anyone, you just want to stay out of it and that's okay." His hand placed on your knee, gently rubbing to try and comfort you. You sighed, gripping the steering wheel tightly, "You know me, Stiles. It's going to be a disaster." He smiled at you sympathetically, being your best friend and the only one of the pack who knew limited information about you, but more than the others, "You are who you are, it's okay."

When Isaac opened the door for you, Derek immediately looked in your direction, Scott discretely kicking his boot. "Dude," Scott whispered, "you reek of jealousy." Derek shrugged, "She smells like Stiles more than lotion." Scott laughed, "Chill out man." Scott himself was starting to wonder what was going on, but he knew it had nothing to do with Stiles, nevertheless, the pack would find out what was going on with you tonight. Scott had to be honest with himself, he was nervous about how all of this would roll out but knew it needed to happen.

Scott's always trusted Derek's gut, or regretted not.

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[christinesficrecs]

I wish I had words that could express the joy your blog brings me! Thanks for the time and effort that you put into making this my favorite space on the internet. I have read the the jealous Derek tag so many times and I can’t wait for your next recommendation! I hope you have a fabulous day!

That's so sweet!! 🥰 I'm glad you're finding great stuff to read! I do love jealous Derek, so here are a few more great fics. 💜

Two single Pringles, ready to mingle. by DropsOfAddiction | 16.3K | Explicit

Stiles looks down, fiddling with his pen when the bell goes again and he’s startled when Derek sits down opposite him.

“Go sit at that empty seat over there,” Derek looks up and tells the guy whose chair he just rudely stole.

The guy looks down at Derek like he wants to argue but Derek stares him down (stares him up?) until the guy walks off muttering something about rules being there for a reason under his breath.

Swipe Right On My Heart by alisvolatpropiis | 5.8K | Explicit

He’s about to give up and close the app when he sees the photo. It’s hardly any different from many of the other profile pics he’s seen, and certainly more tame than some. But it sends a shiver of want through his body, followed by a shock of recognition that stuns him, that makes the world spin for a moment.

It’s so overwhelming he has to put the phone down and get up and walk around. He stalks a few laps through the loft before picking up the phone again and tapping on the pic to make it full screen.

Too Much to Ask by aClosedFicIsNeverRead | 16.4K

The one where Stiles is wounded and nearly raped by a wolfed-out Jackson before the full moon, and Derek comes over to scowl, growl, and (sorta) make it all better.

Slugs, and Snails, and Puppy Dog Tails by yodasyoyo | 8.1K

kid!Derek being super taken with kid!Stiles. And their interactions.

It's Not so Much Old Fashioned Traditionalism (as it is that Derek is in love with Stiles) by paradis | 3.5K

“You don’t want kids?” Derek pounces on her question immediately.

“You do want kids?” Lauren asks Stiles, pointedly ignoring Derek.

“Wow, this escalated really quickly,” Stiles squeaks. And then, “I think I smell something burning!”

Crush by madsmeetsmisha | 16.3K | Explicit

What if Stiles had a little crush on Cora's brother Derek? What if he was always making a fool out of himself when the attractive werewolf was around? And what if Stiles tried his best to avoid him but Derek was suddenly everywhere...

Game On by Kaname | 50.2K | Mature

Sometimes, Stiles whispers sweet nothings to his laptop and asks the gaming gods to bless him with quick fingers and an indestructible bladder. For gaming. Obviously.

What he didn’t ask for was a bitchy new guild-mate with a God complex and a famous next-door neighbor who plays footie and throws house parties every time Stiles is trying to sleep.

F*cking Clyde by LadyDrace | 2.3K

It's not about Stiles. It's most definitely not about Stiles. It's about Clyde and his dumb grin and his stupid hair and his annoying laugh, and the way his skinny butt makes a groove in Derek's couch where he's sitting next to Stiles. Who is resting a hand on Clyde's knee and winking at the son of a...

I'm Not Sure How I Feel About Him by ash_mcj | 11.4K

5 Times Peter noticed that his aloof nephew seemed to have an affinity for Stiles, and 1 Time he confronted him about it.

Set your wolves on me by Littleredridinghunter | 37.5K

Kate set the Hale house on fire, killing most of the pack, their emissary Claudia Stilinski and her child, Stiles.

Thirteen years later and Kate is back in town, planning something that Derek is sure will end in disaster for them.

Good job he decides to kidnap the gorgeous teenager who smells like her and beat some information out of him.

Probably not the smartest move Derek's ever had!

The One Where They All Go to New York for a Wedding by Chioces | 20.8K | Explicit

Derek is invited to New York for a wedding, of corse it is customary for an Alpha to bring his entire pack to such an event, and Stiles somehow becomes his fake date. Oops!

#asks #sterek fics #ficrecs #jealous!derek #forceofnature4546

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

hey! I have a specific ask? I was wondering if you had any fics where stiles goes to college and comes back all grown up and just derek can't handle it?

Yes! Sexually mature tornado of bangability!Stiles.

Something of a Surprise by dragon_temeraire

(1/1 I 1,587 I Teen)

Somehow, while Derek wasn’t paying attention, Stiles got really hot.

Stiles: The Anti-Ugly girl by Corgi

(1/1 | 2,481 | Not Rated)

Stiles is the anti-ugly girl; he looks gorgeous when he puts his glasses on. (Alternatively; Stiles is feeling lazy and doesn’t put in his contacts; everyone is in awe.)

Attractive Retail Stiles by potatofan118

(1/1 | 3,325 | Teen)

awesomelyepic2008 said: umm.. I really want a story where stiles gets a job in a local shop and he has to wear a uniform, more importantly tight bussiness trousers and he notices that most people he knows has now moved their shopping to that shop, and keep asking him to get get stuff on the bottom shelf- first it was old grannies, then Girls (which he didnt mind) then allison and lydia and erica who made some very rude comments, danny, boyd and issac and last but not least Derek! Scott spilles that s has nice ass lol

Every Little Thing He Does by argento_capitani

(1/1 | 3,642 | Teen)

Stiles comes back to Beacon Hills for the summer after his first year of college. The problem? He’s buff now. And very hot. Derek is shook.

Scouted Stiles Stilinski by Dommelien

(4/? I 4,122 I General)

Stiles was prepared for another supernatural disaster, but this? This not so much. This being a manhunt for him after his picture gets taken when he was in the mall with Scott.

Or

The fic where people finally get brains and see Stiles is hot as fuck, and proceed to do something about it. With pack fluff & Sciles bromance. Because I love pack fluff and Sciles bromance.

Let your bones show (won’t have to hide anymore) by dearericbittle (dutchmoxie)

(1/1 I 4,082 I Mature)

Stiles returns from college, and Derek is surprised to find out he’s hot now. And that Derek is extremely attracted to him. It’s like Stiles is rubbing it in his face - and Derek is only a humble werewolf trying not to have the rest of the pack sniff him out.

Can’t rely on me by Littleredridinghunter

(12/12 | 116,206 | Not Rated)

Set at the end of season 2, Gerard beats Stiles up, but it’s a lot worse than anyone knows.

The pack let him down, that’s not really a surprise lately.

When Danny finds Stiles nearly bleeding to death the next day it’s the start of a beautiful friendship.

Can the pack make amends before it’s too late? Will Stiles ever forgive them for not being there for him when he needed them the most?

#teen wolf #sterek #stiles stilinski #derek hale #college au #pining!derek #anon

[jiejie-eonni-onee-sama]

Beware the Alpha!

For the cute @marilynmonroefanfics​ 💖👄​

Hope you’ll enjoy the story!

When he moved to Beacon Hills, (Y/N) (L/N) hoped to start a new life away from the scornful eyes of others. 

It had to be said that being a young gay man with a passion for mythology was a stain on his family and the only way he could thrive was to put miles between himself and those around him.

But there was no need to dwell on the past: now he had a new home, a new job, and he hoped to find new friends.

Speaking of which, he had made friends with a local boy: Stiles Stilinski, the sheriff's son.

Stiles was a friendly, funny, energetic teenager. So it wasn't hard to fit in in his new town.

As their conversation progressed, Stiles told him that most of his friends were werewolves, which came as a surprise for (Y/N). 

But his passion for fantasy creatures had overtaken his amazement, and he had decided to use his knowledge to help his new friend when he needed answers.

Speaking of Stilinski, the latter had invited (Y/N) to a party at his house to introduce him to his friends.

"You'll see (Y/N), they are super nice!"

"I don't doubt it. It's just that I wouldn't want to feel like I was imposing!"

"But no, but no! Don't worry about it: I told them you were super cool! They'll love you!"

The young man nodded, half convinced. They arrived near the house, and Stiles opened the door, leading (Y/N) into the living room.

In the room, (Y/N) saw a group of teenagers sitting on the sofas, chatting happily.

Stiles arrived and exclaimed:

"Hi, company! I'm bringing back our guest of honor!"

Laying a hand on (Y/N)'s shoulder, the Stilinski son made the introductions:

"Folks, I'd like you to meet (Y/N) (L/N). He moved to Beacon Hills about a month ago. He is the reason we were able to stop the latest supernatural disasters. And since he's a super nice person, I figured we could make him part of our little gang!"

Guiding the young man, Stiles introduced him:

"(Y/N), this is Scott McCall, my best friend since kindergarten!"

"Nice to meet you, (Y/N)," Scott replied with a warm smile.

"The pleasure is mine!" smiled (Y/N) shyly.

Stiles continued:

"The lady sitting next to Scott is named Kira Yukimura. She's very nice, even if she seems a little distant!"

"Pleased to meet you, (Y/N)!"

Then the younger Stilinski introduced him to Isaac Lahey, Jackson, Liam Dunbar, Nolan Holloway, Peter Hale and his daughter Malia, and twins Ethan and Aiden.

They arrived near the last couch, where a young brown man and girl were seated.

"And finally, meet Derek Hale and his little sister Cora!"

"It's a pleasure to meet you: Stiles has told us a lot about you!" smiled Cora.

"In good terms, I hope!" joked (Y/N).

As for Derek, he remained seated and stared at (Y/N) with his green orbs. The intensity of the stare made (Y/N) uncomfortable, and he couldn't help but think that Derek was rather handsome.

Cora gently nudged her brother.

"Come on, Derek, be polite and greet our guest!"

Grumbling, Derek stood up and extended his hand toward (Y/N):

"Good evening."

"Good evening, Derek." replied (Y/N) politely, shaking his hand.

As their hands touched, both men felt a powerful shiver run through their bodies, so much that (Y/N) thought it was an electric shock.

But for Derek, it was a different story: what he felt was much more powerful. It was as if the obvious had just hit him. He had only just met (Y/N), and yet it was as if he had known him forever.

And his smell: how could he not see the significance?

It was at that moment that the werewolf understood that (Y/N) was his mate. 

The young man was the person he was supposed to spend the rest of his life with.

From that moment on, the alpha promised himself to be worthy of (Y/N). Still, he would have to make sure that (Y/N) was not put off by his sullen behavior.

A few days later.

On his way out of work, (Y/N) stretched: sure, his job as a librarian was exciting but also exhausting. Apart from that, he had a really nice boss and friendly colleagues.

As he began to drive home, a black Camaro pulled up to him.

The passenger window rolled down, and (Y/N) saw the face of Derek Hale.

"Hi, (Y/N). Where are you going?"

"Uh, hi. Well, I was on my way home!"

"You want a ride?"

This proposal intrigued (Y/N): he didn't remember Derek being such a nice person.

"That's nice, but I'd rather walk."

"The weather forecast is for a downpour in an hour. Come on, get in: it makes me happy!"

Shrugging his shoulders, (Y/N) settled into the passenger seat and pointed to his address. Derek started the car, and they headed to (Y/N)'s house. All along the way, Derek was charming, asking his passenger a few questions about his job and being interested in everything (Y/N) said.

This behavior left (Y/N) puzzled: since when was Derek Hale, aka Sourwolf, so friendly? This was not really like him...

A few minutes later, they arrived at their destination, and (Y/N) offered Derek a coffee, which he accepted.

As they sat at the table, the werewolf said with embarrassment:

"By the way, I wanted to apologize for the last time. I wasn't very welcoming to you when you were just settling in."

"I don't blame you. Stiles told me you were suspicious by nature. So I'm adjusting!"

"Speaking of adjusting, I'd like to know why you chose to move to Beacon Hills."

And (Y/N) told him everything about his life in Chicago, the scorn of his family, the difficulty of fitting in, and his misunderstood passion for the supernatural.

Derek listened intently, though he couldn't help but admire (Y/N)'s dark skin, soft lips, and ebony eyes. He adored this delicacy and this fragility that emanated from the young man.

As for (Y/N), he had a pleasant impression that they understood his suffering. And then, he discovered another aspect of his personality: calmer, more charming. Which made him even more attractive... 

Two hours passed before Hale took leave of his host. But before leaving, he asked:

"By the way, (Y/N)."

"Yes?"

"I was thinking maybe we could meet again? Are you free Friday night?"

This proposal amused (Y/N) who asked:

"You sound like you're asking me out on a date!"

Derek smiled with all his teeth:

"Who knows? Maybe I am!"

He waved:

"Goodbye, (Y/N). See you Friday!"

And as he walked away, he heard his future companion whisper:

"I can't wait for Friday, Derek!"

The werewolf smiled happily: it boded well for what was to come!

2 months later.

"Aw, look at those two! Aren't they cute?"

"Watch out, Stiles: if Derek hears you, you might regret it!" warned Isaac.

"Still, my nephew is more relaxed since he found his mate!" smiled Peter.

Everyone looked on in amusement as Derek and (Y/N) sat on the couch in each other's arms. The werewolf had rested his head on his boyfriend's shoulder as his lover gently stroked his head.

They had been dating for a month, and the werewolf hadn't felt this good in years. Derek had finally found his other half, the person who loved him for what he was. And this relationship had an impact on Derek's mood: he was more patient, more serene... Well, with a limit.

Because the other members of the pack loved to bug him about it:

"Well, it's cooing over here!" joked Lydia.

"Say, Derek, you're melting like chocolate!" chuckled Jackson.

"Big bad Derek has gone soft as a lamb!" laughed Nolan.

"DEREK IS IN LOVE!" cried both Ethan & Aiden.

The teasing annoyed Derek, who glared at them:

"SHUT UP!"

A hand on his cheek immediately calmed him down:

"Come on, come on, Derek: don't get yourself into such a state! You know what they say: tough love!"

Letting out a sigh, the werewolf let himself go against (Y/N) who placed light kisses on his face.

"Only you can stop me from teaching them a lesson!"

"I know, and I intend to enjoy it!"

Derek smiled: how could he disagree with the man in his life?

As for the others, they understood one thing: to (Y/N), Derek Hale was the most charming man in the world.

But if anyone dared to mess with him... Beware the alpha!

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[kodiakwhiskey]

His Favorite Christmas story

Tw: Mentions of shooting, hospitals

Disclaimer: the woman in the mood board is not indication of reader pref. I just liked the dress.

Hey! I got the idea for this blurb a couple days ago while listening to this song . I hope you guys enjoy!

"So Spence..." Emily sat next to him, "You're coming to that Christmas Ball thing that the FBI is hosting?"

He nodded at her, turning back to his case work.

"You got a date?" He shook his head and Emily laughed. "You can carpool with me and my girlfriend then." She lightly smacked his desk, her way of saying 'No buts' and walked off towards the breakroom. Spencer swore he got asked that question all day and relief washed over him as everyone started leaving for the day. He had two days before this stupid formal event, swearing he only went because the whole team was going.

He spent the evening reading, scowling every so often when his phone lit up.

The next two days he spent trying to find a suit before finally giving up and calling Rossi, who took him to a whirlwind of shops, insisting on paying for his new suit.

He got ready while waiting for Emily and Clara to come get him. His bowtie was hastily done, not wanting to spend too much time on it. He was thankful he got a haircut last week, the curly fringe in front of his face just short enough that he didn’t need to worry about it.

He knew tonight would be a disaster when Emily and Clara pulled up, Clara’s hair half done, and still applying makeup. Thankfully they dropped him off at the front before finding parking, Emily helping making Clara presentable.

He was called over immediately by Rossi, his elder starting to introduce him to some other agents in different branches.

An hour into the event is when he saw her. He doesn’t know how he missed her the first time, with her long red curls cascading down her shoulders. Her red lips were forming the sounds of a perfect laugh. He couldn’t help but stare at her, she shone so much more brightly than the star on the Christmas tree on the stage with the band.

He couldn't help but watch as she danced with the people around her, the red dress she wore moving in sync with her. He was mesmerized. He almost didn’t notice when she saw him, but it was hard to ignore those striking green eyes. Derek pulled him out of his daze leading him away from the refreshments, and over to where the rest of the team was, chatting amongst themselves.

Occasionally they would peek up at each other from across the sea of bodies, their eyes meeting briefly before one of them shyly looks away.

As the night started drawing to a close on December 24th, Spence glanced down at his watch; 10:45pm. Well, he thought to himself, It’s now or never.

He moved past everyone, making his way to where she sat staring out at the dance floor. As he got closer he noticed smaller details, like the soft sweet smile she carried, and how she was perfectly matching. From the ribbon in her hair, to the shoes she wore on her feet, even her lipstick was all the same shade of red. He stopped at her side, a few feet away, not wanting to get too close. He cleared his throat. “Hi, um… I was w-wondering if y-you wanted to dance with m-m-me.” She smiled sweetly at him, standing and taking his hand. “I was wondering when you’d ask.”

He pulled her to the floor, holding her close to him. He’d never felt his heartbeat as fast before, but there on the dance floor, with her in his arms, he swore it was going to beat right out of his chest. Once the music slowed, she resigned to placing her head on his chest. There was no hiding it now, but the warmth from her calmed him somehow. There were no words between the two of them for the next 30 minutes, just them in their own world. Spencer knew he’d get teased later at work, but he didn’t care. In that moment he swore his heart would only beat for her.

They parted too soon as she gave him a small kiss on the cheek, before taking off, her feet carrying her towards the exit. He tried to move, but his feet felt rooted to the ground. How would he ever find her again? He didn’t have her name. He looked down, her bracelet tightly in his hand. When did she give him this?

He would tell everyone about her when they asked for a Christmas story. How at a quarter to 11, he finally asked her to dance.

5 years later December, 24th Christmas Eve

Spencer swore he was going to die. He had been failing to keep himself from going into shock on the way to the hospital, numb to the bullet in his abdomen. He tried to stay awake and listen to the EMT’s talking above him.

“Dr. Reid, can you stay with me just a bit longer?” He thought he recognized that voice, but his vision was blurry. He couldn't respond, his mouth felt dry, his bones felt stuck, as if unclenching his jaw would bring the rush of pain back into his body.

“Shit we’re losing him. How far are we Dave?!”

“Almost there.” The EMT almost lost her balance as Dave drifted into the hospital, pulling up along the curb to the ER entrance. The three EMT’s in the back started rushing him in, and he finally allowed himself to lose consciousness.

“Tell me a story. I want to hear one last one before I die.” The nurse helping him looked surprised, when her colleague nodded to her, dismissing the nurse.

“Well, how about my favorite Christmas story?” He nodded, his eyes still closed. “Let’s see… I met him about 5 years ago in DC actually. Although I never got his name I knew he was in the FBI, and seeing how I wouldn’t be with the government for much longer, I took a leap of faith, trying to plant myself in his line of sight. Then about a quarter to 11, I was so glad he finally got the courage to ask me to dance.” Spencer’s eyes snapped open, the nurse above him finally coming into focus. The face he never thought he’d see again.

“You…” He finally found her, he didn’t think about the searing pain in his abdomen, he just leaned up and pulled her face towards him. If I'm going to die I want to kiss her first. Her lipstick was the same shade she wore 5 years ago on the ballroom floor. Spencer wound his fingers into her hair, smiling as she kissed him back with just as much passion and longing. He hissed and pulled away, his heart rate spiking as the pain in his abdomen called his attention back.

He awoke the next morning, much to his surprise. Derek was across from him eating his 3rd jello cup since 7 am. “Well hello sleeping beauty.” His tone was light and he got up, scooping the remainder of the jello into his mouth, and walking out of the room to get the doctor. There was a knock at the door, and she entered, her long red hair tied up into a loose, messy bun.

“Oh good. You’re awake.”

“You’re real?” She giggled and nodded at him.

“It’s nice to finally meet you Spencer.” His name sounded heavenly rolling off her tongue, and he wanted to hear her voice say his name for the rest of his life “I’m [Y/N].”

“Will you go out with me?” She laughed again, his face turning red. She crossed over to the bed, and Spencer got lost in her grassy eyes again.

“I thought you’d never ask.”

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[literaila]

spiraling out of control

spencer x reader

summary: reader gets into a car accident. i’ll let you assume what happens next.... 

warnings: mentions of blood, inguries, car crash, angst, fluff, glass, not much else... 

There was something in her mouth. 

It was poking, intruding into her gums. She could feel it against her teeth, against her tongue. 

Brushing, pulling. 

Over and over. 

Something was wrong. 

Something tasted wrong. 

*

She was late. She was running terribly late. 

Realistically she knew that Spencer wouldn't be too upset, he was far too kind, far too understanding to really be mad at her. But they’d planned this dinner for weeks, he had planned it around her schedule, she was supposed to be on time. 

And he wouldn't be mad. He would probably smile at her, kiss her cheek and tell her it was alright. He would probably say he ordered something for her, but if she wanted something else she could get it. That he was just glad she was there. 

But it didn't matter. 

She didn't want to disappoint him again. 

She was a half an hour away from the restaurant. 

Ten minutes until she was supposed to be there. 

*

Her fingers felt numb. 

No, not numb. Not completely. 

She could feel her fingertips tingling. Could feel the blood rushing in an out and in and out. In. and Out. 

They weren't numb. 

That had to be a good sign. 

Didn't it? 

*

Ten minutes. She had ten minutes to get there. 

To make it by 6:00. Maybe 6:05. 

She sighed as she pressed further down on the gas. 

It made her feel guilty to think about his face when she got there. It made her guilty to think that in ten minutes when she hadn't showed up, he would frown down at his watch. Tell the waiter he was just waiting. 

It made her feel guilty to think about the relief. 

Because he would be relieved when she showed up. 

Relieved. 

Like she wasn't going to show up. 

She used a hair to brush the hair out of her eyes. Pressed down on the gas a little bit more. 

*

She could smell smoke. 

It reminded her of when she was a kid. When there were campfires. When it was cold late at night and the fireplace was ablaze. Reminded her of the way smoke used to get stuck in her eyes. 

But right now, she couldn't open her eyes. 

She didn't know where the smoke was coming from. Why it smelled like fire. 

She thought about all the happy moments filled with smoke. 

Campfires, cold nights. 

Maybe this could be happy too. 

*

She was always late. 

That was the problem. 

She was always late to their dinners, their lunches. She was late to showing up at his house, to meeting his friends. 

She was never on time, never there when she was supposed to be. 

That was the problem. 

And Spencer understood that. Sometimes he laughed at her, told her it was fine, that he expected it. He laughed and kissed her head and wrapped a hand around her waist and. He was fine with it. 

But she wasn't. 

Because sometimes, on very rare occasions, she watched his face fall when she showed up. Watched him smile awkwardly and tense up. And she knew that he wasn't happy. She knew that he was disappointed, that maybe he had miraculously forgotten that she was always late. And she hated it, she hated his tense body language, his quiet way of speaking, his eyes that wouldn't look at her. 

She hated it. 

And she wouldn't be late this time. She wouldn't be late. 

Not this time. 

She wanted to see him smile this time. 

Faster. 

She was five minutes away. She was only five minutes away. She would be there on time. There for him. 

Five minutes. 

Faster. 

Go faster. 

* 

*

too fast. 

* 

* 

When the other car hit her, it was too fast. Too fast for her to notice anything. Too fast for her to get control of the car. 

Maybe she had tried to hit the breaks before it was too late. 

Maybe she had tried. 

She couldn't remember. 

*

She couldn't see anything only moments after. 

Couldn't see. 

It was all too fast. 

There was something in her mouth. 

It was poking, intruding into her gums. She could feel it against her teeth, against her tongue. 

Brushing, pulling. 

Over and over. 

Something was wrong. 

Something tasted wrong. 

Her fingers felt numb. 

No, not numb. Not completely. 

She could feel her fingertips tingling. Could feel the blood rushing in an out and in and out. In. and Out. 

They weren't numb. 

That had to be a good sign. 

Didn't it? 

She could smell smoke. Could hear something going on behind her. 

It reminded her of when she was a kid. When there were campfires, when there were loud voices, kids played behind her. When it was cold late at night and the fireplace was ablaze. Reminded her of the way smoke used to get stuck in her eyes. 

But right now, she couldn't open her eyes. 

She didn't know where the smoke was coming from. Why it smelled like fire. 

She thought about all the happy moments filled with smoke. 

Campfires, cold nights. 

Maybe this could be happy too. 

That was her last thought before she fell back to sleep. 

*

Y/N was two hours late. 

After 45 minutes Spencer started getting worried. 

She was late all the time, in fact, tonight he had expected it. But, not this late. 20 minutes? Sure. But never anything beyond a half and hour. 

He knew that she tried her best to be on time, he knew that she was getting there as soon as she could. He’d planned for it, knowing her for as a long as he had, he’d planned for it. 

But nothing beyond an hour. He hadn't planned for that. 

And later, when he had drank two glasses of water, had watched his watch tick tock past eight, when the waiter had kept looking at him with sympathy because he thought that Spencer was getting stood up, to which Spencer had wanted to scream at him that she would be there, that she was just running late. 

Later, he had started to get worried. 

After an hour, he called, and called. But she wasn't answering, and while he appreciated listening to her soft velvety voicemail, he really wanted to talk to her. 

He was supposed to be talking with her, laughing with her. 

He’d been excited to see her all day. 

They’d been spending too much time apart. Far too much time this week. Only seeing each other for a couple of hours when they caught lunch on Monday and then didn't have any space in the schedule the rest of the week. 

He’d asked her to dinner during that lunch. 

At 8:06 he called again. He’d decided to leave, throwing a twenty dollar bill on the table in a rush, and walking to the car. 

He called, and again, she didn't answer. 

He had no idea where she was, no idea why she hadn't shown up, why she hadn't told him she was going to be this late. 

He called and felt his heart pound as he heard the soft dial tone, as he listened and waited for the sweet click he was longing for. He would’ve given anything to hear that click. 

This was no longer late. 

This was missing. 

And he never heard that click. 

Only her voicemail. 

*

There were lights flashing. 

Blinking. Over and over. 

She wondered why it hurt so much, why she could barely open her eyes. 

She couldn't feel anything. 

That had to be bad. 

It had to be. 

And then she couldn't breathe, she didn't understand, she didn't know what was going on and where that sound was coming from and who was calling her name- 

“Y/N, Y/N,” 

Stop stop stop stop stop stop. 

Stop. 

“Spence,” she could hear him now, she could hear him, he was there, he had come for her, oh she hoped he wasn't upset about dinner, she was so late. 

“We’ve got you Y/N,” 

Spencer. I love. 

And the lights were flashing, and she could still smell smoke. 

Flashing. In her. Eyes. 

She could feel her fingers. 

She couldn't feel anything. 

She had to get to dinner. 

*

When he’d asked her to dinner, he’d watched her smile. 

She’d smiled. 

Of course I’d go to dinner. 

She’d been laughing. 

Why wouldn't I? 

She had kissed his cheek. He could still feel it. 

Why wouldn't she? 

I love you. 

Beeping. Over and over. 

Everything seemed to be repeating today. 

 *

No one called Spencer till the next day. 

He’d driven to her apartment. Almost broke down the door in pure desperation. 

He called Penelope, and she called Derek and then the two of them had called her, and they’d helped her get the key from her landlord, and even then. 

She wasn't there. 

She wasn't in her apartment. 

She wasn't in her car. 

Her car was gone. 

Spencer had no idea where she was, if she was okay, if her phone was just off, if she was dead in a ditch somewhere, he didn't know what was happening. 

He didn't know why he had this feeling, this terrible feeling in his chest that was telling him that she was gone, she was just gone. Like she’d disappeared out of thin air. 

Just 

Poof. 

Eventually, he had no clue what to do. She was never this late. 

Penelope had tried to track her phone. It was off. 

And she wasn't home. 

And her car wasn't there. 

His friends had told him to go to bed. Go to sleep. We’ll look for her in the morning. She’s probably there. She's somewhere. 

But neither of them had said anything that could calm him down, that could reassure him that she would be okay. That she was okay. 

He sat at his door, his shoes on, keys in his hand. Waiting for his phone to ring. 

He knew exactly how many people ran away each year. In each state in America. He knew that there were far too many people that just left, that just disappeared all of the sudden. He knew how many people went missing every day, and he knew that there was a big chance that she could be gone. That something could have happened. 

He knew that he was prone to danger and disaster, and that he put her at more risk every moment he spent with her. 

And the one thing he didn't know was where she was. 

In the morning, his eyes felt like they were being poked at, poked open, poked awake. 

He knew that if he closed them for a couple of seconds, only a few, he wouldn't be able to open them. That he would fall asleep right away. 

But he wasn't going to do that. Not until he knew where she was. 

Eventually, he forced himself to drink a cup of coffee, black. So there was more caffeine. So he could stay awake longer. 

It hurt going down but. 

Later, after he had practically drowned himself in dread and drank more coffee than he should have, it was then that his phone started to ring. 

And immediately he jumped up. He hoped that it was her, that she was finally going to tell him that she was fine, that he would hear her say that she was sorry, that she loved him. He hoped that he could just hear her voice, her laugh, just, just. 

But when he picked up the phone, when it finally clicked. 

It was only Penelope. 

And she was crying. 

“Her phone turned on.” 

*

* 

* 

She’d been in a head on collision. The other car had been coming right at her and it was too late for her to hit the breaks. To spiral out of it. 

It had taken 45 minutes to get her in the ambulance. 45 minutes. 

Spencer had been sitting at their table. Drinking water. Checking his watch. Smiling politely at the people who looked at him curiously. 

He’d been at their table while she was being thrown into the back of an ambulance. Rushed to the hospital. 

He had been fine. 

He felt like he was going to be sick. 

She suffered a broken collarbone. The force of her seatbelt pushing her back had been just enough, the doctor said. Just enough to break it. She had whiplash. A major concussion. 

And she was going to be in a lot of pain. 

These were just words, they were simple, straight to the point. The doctor that said them looked almost bored, almost like her injuries were not exciting enough. And he was just saying words. They were just words. 

But, all at once, they were too much. 

Spencer had been worried about dinner while his girlfriend had been thrown across the road. 

It was all too much. 

He had to sit down before he passed out. 

He’d never been one to deal with bad news. He was bad at listening to Emily go on about one of her bad dates. 

Face a murder? Sure. He could do that. 

This? Her? 

No. no. 

It was too much. Too much.

Derek and Penelope called the rest of his friends, of their friends, called everyone else who might be worried enough about her to care. They dealt with it all, they called while Spencer sat in the waiting room, waiting, waiting, waiting for the doctor to come in and give them good news, he needed good news. 

She was going to be fine. Fine, fine fine fine fine. 

She was. 

He had repeated that. Repeated that and dreamed. 

Dreamed of Monday, which before had seemed so long. Monday felt like it was never going to end. But, he could remember those couple of hours when everything was perfect, when he felt like he could get through the week. He remembered the last time they had talked. 

He dreamed of her laugh, of her twinkling eyes as they sat on a bench in the park, talking and watching kids play on a nearby playground. She laughed and looked over to time. And she was blushing. And she was far too much for him, she was always too much, but he couldn't seem to stay away, he couldn't seem to get enough. 

She had laughed when he’d asked her to dinner. Dinner last night. She’d laughed, said of course, asked him why any sane person would say no. 

Why wouldn't I? Have you seen your face? 

She’d laughed. 

And he��d thought that it would never end. That they would never be done, that he couldn't wait for dinner. He thought that they would do the same thing next week. They should go out to lunch more. 

He’d thought so many things. 

And then lunch was over, and their breaks were ending, and she was still smiling, almost dancing while she pulled him up off the bench, while she dragged him along to her car. Her car. She danced around and held his hand, and she was so warm. 

And she’d whispered goodbye. She’d said I love you. Of course I love you. 

And then. She’d gotten in her car. Waving goodbye. 

And he could still feel the kiss she’d left on his cheek. 

He could still feel the warm breath on his ear. Her soft whispers. 

And the dream was over. 

Because he’d almost lost her. 

She was almost gone, oh god. He’d almost lost her forever. He’d almost lost her. She, she could have been gone and he hadn't even said I love you too, he hadn't even told her that he loved her, he hadn't even said anything as she walked away, as she waved goodbye. And she’d almost. 

He couldn't breathe. 

The doctor had told them that she’d be fine. That her recovery would be long and rigorous, but she’d be fine eventually. 

Fine. She was fine. 

But. 

Oh god. 

They were just words. Just words. Simple. Words. He knew words. He understood everything the doctor was saying. And on a normal day he would ask more questions, he would figure out every detail, show the doctor up. On any normal day he would know far more than that doctor. 

But, today, he didn't know anything. 

He hadn't seen her yet, and he didn't know anything. 

“Is there someone named Spencer you’ve called?” 

A nurse appeared out of thin air. Or maybe she’d been there. Spencer didn't know. He couldn't think. 

Both Derek and Penelope looked over to him, looked at him while he stared almost comatose at the wall. 

“She’s been asking for a ‘Spencer’ since last night. Every time she wakes up.” 

And Spencer looked at this nurse, this older woman who looked wise and kind, and was smiling at him like she already knew who he was, like he had already answered. 

“Can I go see her?” he asked. 

“She's been asking for you.” 

*

Her neck was sore. 

And the lights were too bright. Almost like the sun. 

But there was no smoke. No flashing. 

She could feel her fingers again. 

She could open her eyes easier. 

She took a deep breath in. 

*

Spencer didn't expect to feel shocked when he saw her. He didn't expect his heart to pound, his brain to throb against his skull, his feet to immediately pause. He didn't expect his eyes to water, his heart to break almost in half, almost like someone had taken a piece of glass and carved it apart. He didn't expect this feeling. This dreadful feeling. 

But that was what happened. 

She looked so different. So much different than he was used to. 

He was almost expecting her to be standing, a smile to be planted on her face, her arms wide open and ready to grab him and never let go. 

He was almost expecting her to be okay. 

But she wasn't. 

Her head was tilted to the side, her cheeks scared by cuts that marked them. She was wearing nothing but a hospital gown, her legs bare. Her shoulder was hidden by a brace. 

And she looked so small. 

Her eyes were open. Wide. Almost how Spencer remembered them. 

“Spence,” 

“You’re okay,” he said, his voice surprising him. His eyes scared, his body nervous. 

She could see that. All of his emotions raveled up in one package. 

But she was just happy to see him. 

“Spence,” she said again and smiled. 

It wasn't the same smile as before, it was a little more strained, and her voice was tired, almost breathless. But it was enough to hear to her, to see her. It was enough for Spencer. 

“I’m so sorry.” he said, walking over like he couldn't move fast enough, cupping her cheek, trying to be gentle, but desperately wanting to hold her in his arms. Just so he knew she was okay. 

“I’m a day late.” She whispered, looking up at him. 

“I know,” he laughed, relief filling his body. “Don't ever be this late again.” he said, his voice was firm, but all she could hear was his plea, was his unspoken words. All she could hear was the whisper of ‘don't ever scare me like this again’ that followed his words.  

“I won't.” She said, playing again, far too glad to see him. “I won't. I promise.” 

He kissed her then. Soft, slow. Very peaceful, very longing. Gentle. 

She wished he could crawl into the small bed with her, wished that he could just stay with her, for a long time.  

It was almost like they were connected. Because he wanted the same. 

It was when they were staring at each other, when their friends barged in the room. 

Penelope immediately scolded Y/N for hurting herself, told her that she was never going to let her near a car again. That she was going to murder her if she ever tried to disappear again. 

Derek laughed and went over to kiss her on the head. 

Spencer stood back. Giving them a moment. Letting his brain get used to her. To the idea of her. 

He hadn't realized that when he was waiting, worrying, he had tried to prepare himself for the inevitable, tried to prepare himself for her being gone, that she was going to be gone. Just like everything else he loved seemed to be. 

And now, after she had proved him wrong once again, he had to get used to her picture in his brain again. 

Watching her smile, laugh quietly with their friends. It ceased all his worries, all the things he could possibly worried about. 

She was still there. 

And the only thing he knew was that he loved her.

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hi ok, I’m done crying over your hcs, I need more plz 🥺🤲 can I get some moreid getting together )with autistic spence) pls? maybe a lil pining? Only if you want tho, no pressure!! I love you!!

Gladly :)))

Spencer harbors a huge crush on Derek for years before they get together and he’s very obvious about it (to the point where even Gideon raises his eyebrows at their interactions)

Derek may be much smoother about his pining but he’s still a disaster bisexual (his productivity in the office when Spencer is around is basically zero—Hotch has to have a meeting with him eventually because he’s not getting any of his paperwork done)

Derek is a shameless flirt but he’s piss-poor at it when it comes to Spencer—no matter, though, because it never fails to make Reid blush anyway. Derek tries to be smooth but usually ends up sounding like either a fuckboy or a fumbling teenage boy, there is no in-between. He makes one too many jokes during cases about Spencer and him spending many nights alone in hotel rooms which always makes the rest of the team roll their eyes and Spencer blushes like a schoolgirl.

But Derek is also always looking after Spencer, making sure cops aren’t giving him a hard time because he knows Spencer won’t say anything (or even notice), getting him to eat during cases when he basically lives off overly sweet coffee and bribing him with foods he knows Spencer will always eat. And Spencer doesn’t know how to interpret these gestures because he’s like “that’s just Derek being nice, right??? we’re friends, rights???” So of course Spencer tries to return the favor in his own ways, like buying Derek coffee the way he likes it (Spencer definitely didn’t pay special attention to what Derek’s coffee order was), sitting with him after cases, he even tries to watch football with him at one point—Spencer asks so many questions that Derek misses most of the game but he knows Spencer is trying so that’s what really matters

After a particularly bad case Derek asks Reid to come back to his apartment with him (“Not like that, pretty boy,” Derek says when Spencer blushes) because he knows the case was hard on Reid and that what he needs is a quiet night with somebody he can sit in silence with without feeling alone and Derek is happy to provide that comfort for him

They get curled up on the couch together with Chinese takeout and an old black-and-white french film playing on the tv which Reid had chosen excitedly (with the silent invitation from Derek for Reid to infodump if he finds the energy to). And Derek distractedly runs his fingers through Spencer’s hair because he knows it calms him down and gives him some necessary sensory input, content to listens to Spencer speak in French under his breath as he says the lines at the same time as the actors on screen (Derek doesn’t think he even notices he’s doing it but Spencer also fidgets with the fingers on Derek’s hand that isn’t in his hair, moving his fingers around repetitively as he mumbles in French)

Spencer ends up falling asleep—Derek knows he must be tired to fall asleep while one of his favorite movie genres is playing—so Derek carries him to his bed and tucks him in (Spencer totally wakes up while in Derek’s arms but acts like he’s still sleeping anyway because he likes how gentle Derek is being. And of course, Derek knows he’s awake but he doesn’t say anything because he likes taking care of Reid and knowing that he trusts him). Derek sleeps on the couch because he’s a gentleman and knows Spencer probably wants his own space

And when Spencer wakes up the next morning, Derek has made them both breakfast—an omelet for himself and cereal for Spencer because he knows Reid doesn’t like eggs but would probably choke them down for his sake anyway. (Derek doesn’t say anything when Spencer hums throughout the entire meal—he can’t stand hearing other people eat—and just eats his omelet in peace, trying to chew as quietly as possible)

Derek insists on doing the dishes because Spencer is a guest but Spencer insists on helping because he doesn’t want to be rude. And Morgan ends up lightly teasing Spencer while they’re doing the dishes just to see him smile which ends up with Reid flicking soap bubbles at Derek and then Derek retaliating by flicking him with the towel (because they’re glorified five-year-olds)

Spencer gets ready to leave after that —he can never tell if he’s overstaying his welcome and he thinks it’s better to leave too soon than stay too late—but Derek stops him at the door (he wants to check in on him because he knows the case was hard and of course that’s what friends do right?). Which leaves Spencer smiling softly and reassuring him that he’s fine, really

And then suddenly they’re kissing and Spencer is pretty sure he’s the one that initiated it but they stop just as suddenly because Spencer’s embarrassed and he can’t read the look on Derek’s face and okay maybe he’s freaking out a little bit.

Derek stops him from bolting and they talk, which Spencer resists the entire time, and they both realize they’ve been pining after each other for years thinking the other didn’t feel the same. (Derek shakes his head in amusement when Spencer sheepishly admits he’s harbored feelings for him since pretty much the first time they met)

The next day they walk into the office holding hands and Penelope nearly falls out of her chair

#criminal minds #spencer reid #derek morgan #moreid #autistic spencer reid #penelope garcia #this is really long but I’m being lazy so I’m not adding a cut #doctorenby #ask #autistic spencer is a little more subtle this time around #(-ellie) #sorry this took a while I worked the night shift last night so I didn’t get home until 7am and then needed to sleep :)