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heartofwritiing · 2 years

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jack russell unable to control himself from smelling you

idc how or why just pls make it happen

Your scent

paring: Jack Russell x fem!reader

a/n: So many jack requests! im so happy you all want me to write for him! bare with me though i’m still trying to figure out how to write him since he’s kinda a new character and he only has so much screen time to go off of! also its crazy how we all collectively were like omg yes during that scene… buy me a coffee

warning(s): just short, jack being kinda cuddly, werewolf smelling lol, and fluffy!! unedited!

Jack had stoped in his tracks when his nose caught smell of something nearby. It was sweet and filled his lungs with a smoothness when he inhaled again.

It was coming from his bedroom. He wanders to the door and opens it to see you sitting on the armchair, curled up with a book as the rain falls down the window. He admires you for a moment, looking so comfortable and at peace in your own little world. Then he realizes the sweet smell is coming from over where you are.

Jack moves closer until he’s standing over you and you’re so caught up in your book that you’re startled when you feel his presence come up behind you. You look up at him frowning as he leans down to you.

“Jack?” you say.

When he reaches you close enough that his nose is touching the top of your head he inhales. You were used to this especially the days following his transformation. The wolf would still linger in his human form after a full moon phase, and sometimes it would show. Like you would catch little things he’d do; scratching behind his ears in a dog like manner, or in this case smelling you like a scratch n sniff and being a needy and cuddly. You thought it was cute.

He continues to sniff through your hair frantically so you say his name again.

“Did you change your shampoo?” he asks.

“Yes, why? do you not like it?” you shift in your seat to face him. If the smell bothered him too much due to his heightened senses or he didn’t like it because of the scent then you would have to find some other type. He immediately sensed your uneasiness.

“No, no, it’s lovely.” he expresses kneeling down to sit on his knees so he could meet your eye level. “I actually, really like it.” he confesses shyly.

You grin up at him the worry flowing away from you and giggle. Oh thank havens it doesn’t bother him. “you do?” He nods.

“It’s very nice, what is the scent I can’t quite place it.” He tilts his head to place a kiss on your forehead but not before smelling your hairline again. You giggle again at the absurdity of all this.

“It’s lavender,”

You feel his lips hum against your skin in delight. Your book is long forgotten as you let Jack pamper you with kisses. It was a little strange having your boyfriend smell you, but it made him happy and calmed his inner wolf so it didn’t matter to you.

“wait, there's something else,” he moves further down to your neck and moves your hair out of the way with a quick brush of his hand. His hot breath fans against the nape of your neck, and he inhales the fragrance there.

“Is it honey?”

“mhm, and oat.” you tell him.

“I apologize if this is strange mi querida…” he looks down awkwardly as he pulls back from your body. You knew Jack could be insecure about these things, after all it really wasn’t his fault. it was just his way of remembering you as well. You reach your hand up to cup his cheek and persuade him to look back at you.

“It isn’t strange, I wouldn’t be here If I couldn’t handle you smelling me.” you assure. as you speak your hand drifts behind his head to pet his hair in a comforting manner. He relaxes. “I know you can’t help the urges sometimes.”

He smiles at you affectionately and you can see his love for you in just a simple gaze and it makes your heart beat quicker.

“What did I do to deserve you my flor,”

Suddenly Jack is scooping you in his arms and carrying you bridle style all while you’re laughing. He lays you down into the covers on his bed and slides in next to you.

“My Flower?” you lift an eyebrow when you both settle into bed.

“It is fitting, no?” he pulls you closer to his chest. “because you’re like my own flower.” He sighs into your collarbone and you both lay there in bed enjoying each other’s presence.

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specialagentlokitty · 1 year

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Garica x reader - special

I'm not sure how often I'll allowed to request, but could you do Garcia x reader? Strong minded and gritty reader that only listens to Garcia or if she asks anything of the reader - @fangedreject 💜

Sitting on your desk, you were reading through some of your papers when you felt someone tap your shoulder and you looked up.

“Don’t sit on your desk I’ve told you this.” Hotch sighed.

“My desk, therefore Hotch, my ass may sit wherever it wants.”

He sighed, crossing his arms as he looked at you.

“And it’s not professional.”

“Neither is the fact that I’m wearing a hoodie but here we are boss man, my ass wishes to sit on the desk.”

Hotch just nodded and walked away and you went back to doing what you were doing.

It wasn’t long until you heard someone walking over and you smiled, setting the paper aside.

“Penny.” You smiled.

“You know you’re not supposed to be sat there.” Garcia scolded.

You hummed a little, propping your foot on your chair and you rested your arm on it as you leant forward a little bit.

“Are you telling me to move?” You whispered.

Garica gave you a sweet smile.

“Yes please!”

Putting your foot down, you slid from the desk and put your chair back the way it was supposed to be.

“Thank you my lovely.”

Garica kissed your cheek and you wrapped your arm around her shoulder as you looked at your watch.

“Lunch time, I’m buying let’s go.”

“Oh yay! Can I choose where we go?”

“Of course you can.”

Hotch watched as you and Garica walked away and he turned to everyone else who had just walked into the bullpen.

“How does she do it?” He asked confused.

“Do what?” Rossi asked.

“Get (Y/N) to listen, they don’t listen to anything we say.”

They all looked to where you and Garica had walked and they all shrugged a little bit.

You and Garcia came back, and you set your coffee on the table and turned to look at her, handing her the bag you were holding.

“Your belongings.”

“Thank you (Y/N)!” She chirped.

She kissed your cheek again and started to walking away before she stopped and walked back over.

“Hoodie.”

“Hm, I suppose I can live without it.”

You pulled your hoodie off and handed it over to her and she beamed brightly at you.

“I expect that back Miss Garica, I will be coming for it later.”

“And it’ll be safely stored away in my office!”

With that she walked away again and you sat down, taking a sip from your coffee as you pulled some things over to you.

“Do we have to be sweet to you like that?” Emily asked.

You looked up, kicking your feet up on your desk.

“What?”

“You always do whatever she says. If we kiss your cheek will you do that for us?” Derek smirked.

He walked over and you pointed at him making him stop.

“Try it and I’ll drop you so fast you won’t even know what’s happened or what hear it is Derek Morgan.”

He whistled, raising his hands a little as he took a few steps back away from you.

“What’s the secret, what’s does Garcia have we don’t?” Rossi asked.

The whole team stood around you, and you looked at them idly.

“Maybe it’s something to do with how she’s talks to them?” Reid asked.

“No I’ve tried that, didn’t work and then they took my coffee and drank it all.” JJ said.

You nodded your head as you rested your hands behind your hand.

“Maybe it’s something Garcia does?” Hotch asked.

“Keep guessing, you’ll be there all day. I’ve got a meeting so have fun.”

With that, you grabbed your cup, some files and left them all stood there still trying to figure out how she did it.

Nothing they came up with made any sense, so they decided to go to Garcia and ask her directly how she managed it.

“Why does (Y/N) listen to you?” Emily asked her.

Garcia turned around and looked at everyone stood in the doorway of her office.

“You know I’m not sure, I did once ask but they never told me.”

“Come on babygirl, you can tell us. Please?” Derek grinned.

Garcia shrugged a little.

“Sorry lovely, I really don’t know.”

They kept pestering her, even when she went to get a new drinks they kept asking and she kept telling them she had no idea.

Because she really didn’t.

She had absolutely no idea why you listened to her and not them, why you were so different with her but not them.

“Guys please, I really don’t know.”

You walked into the kitchen and set your files on the table and walked over, taking over making her drink as you grabbed a clean cup to make your own.

“Can you make us a drink?” Rossi asked.

“You’ve got arms make your own.”

You handed Garcia her cup and picked up your own, tapping her forehead with your finger as you grabbed your files.

“There you go angel.”

You turned to the rest of the team and narrowed your eyes at them all.

“Stop pestering her. First and only warning.”

With that you walked away again.

“I don’t get it!” Emily huffed.

They all laughed at her and turned to watch you sit down at your desk and kick your feet up again as you grabbed your phone.

You were a great agent, you were good at what you did, but you really were a mystery to them all and they couldn’t figure you out but they still trusted you with their lives because they know you had their backs.

But they needed to know why Garcia was so special

#criminal minds #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds x y/n #criminal minds imagine #Penelope Garica #Penelope Garcia x reader #Penelope Garcia x you #Penelope Garcia imagine

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y2ksnowglobe · 3 months

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So...Lark and whether or not to have a safety on a gun. Rebecca mentions him telling her the only safety you need is is your finger and your mind, but we know he has a safety on his own gun later because it's on when he tries to shoot Willy in the church, AND we know that Normal's gun had a safety right before Code Purple happened.

So I always wonder, when did he tell Rebecca that, and when did he seem to change his mind? What happened? I suspect something went down and someone's mind was potentially compromised at some point and he had to learn that your mind only works as a safety if you're actually in control of it.

My non-angsty theory is that it was just something he said to sound badass like how he smokes herbals to make himself look gruff.

#dndads #dungeons and daddies #lark oak #rebecca oak swallows garica #normal oak

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masterrainb0w · 2 months

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Something about the Oaks and the Divine rights of Kings.

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charcoalgrayswriting · 2 months

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Criminal Minds x BNHA

Ok so I got this idea from a TikTok and wanted to share it with people

BAU Quirks:

Rossi - Perfect Pasta - Whenever he makes pasta, no matter how or what he makes it with, it always tastes good.

Morgan - Hidden Intuition - Can tell when someone is hiding something from him but not what it is.

Reid - Writing Process - Can write as fast as his mind can process.

Prentiss - Facial Shift - Can change her face to whatever she wants, has to consciously change it, not involuntary.

JJ - Soothing Voice - Whenever she speaks, people begin to feel calm, can turn it on and off.

Garcia - Computer Glitch - Can cause all electronics up to and within a five mile radius of her to glitch, downside is she cannot choose which electronics glitch and cannot do anything else while she glitches things.

Hotch - quirkless

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ro-presents-penelopegarciashorts · 8 months

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NOT REQUESTED

penelope garcia x stud!reader

primarily penelope and the reader. introduces the team at the end, only mentions hotch, derek and jj by name. brief mention of kevin.

Starting your first day at the BAU, you find yourself trapped in the elevator for hours with a beautiful woman that you can't stop yourself from being attracted to.

Pure Fluff.

Unspecified age gap, but reader is an adult. No use of Y/N.

2K WORDS.

"Hold it!" You hear as you step into the elevator. You turn, your back facing the back wall of the elevator. You almost don't hold it, but then, she calls again, "Hold the elevator, please!"

And, that's when your eyes zero in on her. She's a stand out, if you've ever seen one. Colorful and bright as ever, she reminds you of both a sunshine and a rainbow after a rainy day. You reach out, catching the elevator doors before they could close, willing them to react to you and open up. Her heels clack louder as she puts a pep in her step to catch up, thanking you her entire way there. You don't let go or step back until she makes it into the elevator. She thanks you once again, and you assure her thanks isn't necessary. She turns to you, really, turns to you.

"I don't think I've ever seen you before," she says, outstretching her hand for you to shake, "Penelope Garcia. My friends call me Garcia.

You shake her hand as you introduce yourself to her and smirk, "Are you saying you want to be my friend?"

Garcia smiles and her entire face lights up when she does, "Well, I'm always open to making new friends."

"Where are you headed to?" You ask.

"I am going to the BAU."

Well, this must be fate of sorts. Either that or it was the kindest of coincidences. You were happy for it, regardless. This was your first day training for the reopening of the liasion position. You had been hoping that you would meet someone kind to help you transition into the new job. Your smile overtakes you.

"Same."

Penelope looks at you again, like really. Your name bouncing between her ears as she tries to place you. If you were headed there, surely she must have at least heard of you. She knows about all the changes to the unit. Well, the ones that aren't impromtu, anyway. Sometimes, Hotch makes a quick decision that doesn't go all the way through proper channels until after the decision has been made. But, other than that, she knows about it. And, then, it dawns on her.

"Oh, OH! You're our new liasion!" She puts together, and you nod. "Well, I guess I'm going to have to pay closer attention to BAU pres conferences, now." She says, eyes trailing you from head to toe. Not onces but twice.

"Ms. Garcia," you say, turning fully to face her, leaning in just a little, "you coming onto me?"

Her face goes beet red as she giggles, eyes twinkling under her glasses. She opens her mouth to respond, but before she can, the elevator does a psuedo drop before halting completely. It goes dark for a moment, and then the emergency lights come back on. When the lights come back on, the two of you see each other hugging your own corner of the elevator. You kind of fucking hate elavators.

"Please, tell me this doesn't happen often," you say, breaking the ice. She just shakes her head as she tries to get a handle of her breathing. "It can't be like this for long, can it?" You ask, trying to soothe yourself. She ignores you, still trying to get her breathing under control so she can soothe herself. It takes a lot of mental strength for you to push yourself out of your corner and into hers. You wrap your arms around her, gently, when you cross over and ease the two of you down to the floor. You place her hand on your stomach and model slow deep breaths for her to mimick. It takes a moment for her brain to catch up to the moment, but it does. She follows your league until it works, and she's relaxed a bit. Relaxed enough so that her breathing isn't a source of worry. You give her a gentle smile, then, "No worries. I'm going to just call my new boss and tell him where we are."

"Good idea, call Hotch." She says, watching as you retrieve your phone from your pocket. Your face drops and so does her heart. Frowning she asks, a little frantic, "What is it? What's wrong?"

"I don't have service," you mutter, restarting your phone, hoping for it to not be the case. But it is, and you mutter again, "I don't have service."

She retrieves her own phone from her purse, heart dropping further, "Neither do I."

You takes a deep breath. You don't know Penelope that well, but you are fairly certain that if you lose your shit, she's going to lose hers. So, you can't. Even though, you want to cry a little. Even though, you are terrified that this metal coffin will become you guys' final resting place. You force yourself to be optimistic, though, for both of your sakes.

"Okay, it's fine. They'll notice we aren't here, and the generators will start working, and we'll be out of hear in no time."

No time, has turned into four hours, and it's killing you to not know just how long you're going to be stuck here. But, you guys have found a way to not just pass the time but to keep each other sane. The ultimate question game. Where you combine this or that, would you rather, one must go, where do you stand?, and fact or fiction with the general questions game. It was lighthearted, helped you get to know your coworker, who was becoming forbidden fruit as your attraction started to grow, and most importantly, it kept your mind off the whole being trapping in a floating metal coffin thing.

"Wine or beer?" She asks.

"Wine," you say without a second thought. "Would you rather walk a mile of hot coals or swim across a lake of razors and lemon juice?"

She laughs through a scoff, jaw dropping just so, "What a sadistic question." You shrug, pleased with the dilemna you've created. "You answer," she insists.

"You can't turn it back around on me," you remind her, "We agreed. It's against the rules."

She huffs, "I really hate the mile of hot coals, but I am not the strongest swimmer. So, I don't really have a choice, do I?" You shake your head. She huffs, "So, what made you want to join the BAU?"

"Well, I've always been intrigued by how much the media can sway and swing things. How it can speak to the public and change the way they think, how it can send messages to people, to reach people exactly the way it needed to be reach. So, I worked behind the season, helping to produce a national news show. We reported on a lot, from crime to celebrity scandal to politics. The works. But, some of the messages we were sending, how they were reaching people, it just," you shrugged, "I wasn't happy with what I was doing. I saw first hand how dangerous it could be when the intention wasn't solely to help, and I felt sleazy all the time. So, I changed careers. I wanted to better serve the public. Then, they reopened this position, and I had to apply."

Penelope smirk, curiousity taking over her as she was geared up to break another rule. "What channel did you work for?"

"No, it's my turn." You remind her, playfully swatting her thigh, "Stop breaking the rules."

"You know, I was hoping the first time you spanked would be somewhere more private, but I'll take it."

You play along, "I mean, can it get any more private that this?"

There's this brief change in her eyes. Almost lustful, but it is so fleeting. You've seen it before, though. It's happened of the last few hours. She looks away, but you keep your eyes on her.

"Ask your question."

You don't know why you don't stop yourself from asking this but, "Do you date women?"

"Are you asking for a friend?" She asks, looking back at you.

"Nope, just me."

She blushes, looking away again, trying to see if this moment is real or if maybe she hit her head when the elevator jumped. She does that a lot. Every time the temperature rises between the two of you, she looks away. It's probably the smart thing to do. Trying to break the fever in the air. She is forbidden fruit, after all. You hate to shit where you eat, but you can't remember the last time you were quite this tempted. Especially in a situation like this with absolutely no prying eyes. With little to nothing to remind you that interoffice romance was a bad idea. And, everything just fueling this attraction you feel towards her. You do something bold. A gentle pair of fingers on her chin, pulling her face back to yours.

"Answer my question." You demand, softly, even though, you are fairly certain you know the answer.

"I do, actually," she answers, and you smile like you've just won a prize.

"Your turn."

"Aren't you a little young to be asking about my dating preferences?"

You snort out a chuckle, having been with your fair share of older women. If you were being perfectly honest, the youngest woman you had ever been with -- at all -- was seven years your senior. Beyond that, though, you were grown.

"I'm old enough to be starting my second career, and be something of a veteran at my old one," is your answer. Though, to be fair, you went to college early. Finished early, too, and you were the youngest producer on your staff but a decent margin. Always ahead of the curve you were, but it didn't take away from the truth of your statement. Or, the implication. You were old enough to know what you liked. You were old enough to be her colleague. You were old enough to be her equal.

"Your turn." She says, because touche.

"Are you seeing someone right now?"

"Nothing serious," she answers, "You?"

You shake your head, "Nothing at all."

She smiles, then. You, in her mind, were also something of forbidden fruit. She wasn't opposed to dating a techincal coworker. Obviously, Kevin, but someone in her unit? She couldn't let herself go there. She wouldn't. She didn't want to risk the fallout. Especially not with you. You were so new here; she didn't want to taint your experience with relationship drama. Even if you were the sexiest thing to walk into this building since Derek Morgan. Still, it made her happy to know that her future fantasies didn't have to contend with another. She was mildly selfish that way.

She was about to respond when the regular lights came on, and the emergency lights when off. Not long after, the lights came back on, the doors opened, and the two of you come face to face with six concerned faces. You stand, hasitly, helping her to her feet the moment you were on yours.

A blonde comes forward, wrapping her arms around Penelope, holding her for a moment. When she releases her, Penelope gives brief hugs to everyone else, until she reaches a bigger guy. Real buff and pretty, like a model. He hugs her as tight and as long as the blonde had. When he releases her, she merely smiles at the man you know to be Aaron Hotchner.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes! I am perfectly fine," She says, "Thanks to this lovely human," she says, reaching back for you, "I found our new liaison." She tells the group. You smile and wave, introducing yourself. They all introduce themselves to you. "If it wasn't for her, I would have lost my mind in there."

Derek makes sure to shake your hand, "Thank you for taking care of her."

Your eyes settle on her, and you try to contain your smile. Your eyes give you away, though, as you say, "Always," before Hotch connects you with JJ. You recongized her before she even introduced herself. You'd seen her conferences online before. Her older ones. Hotch informs you that she's going to be shadowing and training you for the next couple of weeks while you find your footing, and that your first case is today. You link up with JJ as the team and Penelope separate. When you turn to glance back at her, you find her looking back at you. You smile at each other, already missing the private bubble the two of you shared.

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foreverrandomwritings · 11 months

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M! Congratulations again!!

It’s a celly without some romantic Fanboy, is it? [SHELTER ] for one muse to lean into the other’s side or hug them to seek comfort from a crowd or individual while in public(jealousy) and I just wanted to make sure you’re okay (soft and sweet).

Opposites Attract

Summary: Pushing through your anxiety you decide to finally join your husband Mickey at a squad cookout. Will your anxiety cause you to back out? Will your husbands comfort soothe your worries?

Pairing: Mickey "Fanboy" Garcia x afab!Reader

Warnings: Anxiety, depression and tooth rooting fluff.

Word count: 1666

Masterlist M's Hundred Celly Masterlist

You and Mickey had been married for 10 years now. But together for 15 in total, high school sweethearts as they call it. No one understood how your relationship worked. Where he was extroverted you were introverted. Where he was a big ball of sunshine you were a black void of grump. Him an optimist and you a pessimist. You would simply tell them that opposites attract.

Though you weren’t truly that opposite of each other. You both craved physical touch and words of affirmation. You were both huge fans of common things. You had actually met him while doing a play together in high school. Both of you being stage hands as stage fright was something you had in common. You bonded quickly and had been inseparable ever since.

You went to college while he went to the academy. You got a masters degree in creative writing and a bachelor’s in criminology. That led you to where you were currently job wise as a mystery thriller fiction author. You were the proud author of a whole ongoing series. It was also easy for you to write and move along with him as he got stationed at different locations.

Fanboy had supported you through college and through your journey of writing the best that he could. You in turn supported him through the academy and through all the different deployments he went through. You had however found yourself staying in your own company most of the time. Having struggled with anxiety and depression your whole life meeting new people was something you tried not to do often.

Mickey respected that decision and never pressured you to go out of your comfort zone. He always made sure to spend plenty of time with you. You would often have movie nights cuddled up together on your couch under a big fluffy blanket. You’d binge series while eating your weight in junk food. Puzzles, reading books, legos, board games and relaxing in blanket forts while whispering sweet words to each other were many other things you did together.

While he never pressured you to meet any of his coworkers you knew deep down he wanted you to be a part of that life. You had met Payback, his wife and kids already. You’d do weekly dinners with the family. That made your husband ecstatic but you knew he craved more.

So when he mentioned a cookout that Maverick was planning you figured that would be your chance to meet everyone. Much to his surprise you said you’d go with him. He reassured you many times before the event that you didn’t have to go if you didn’t want to. He made sure you knew that he was perfectly fine staying inside binging Criminal Minds with you until the wee hours of the morning. But you insisted that you were finally ready to meet everyone.

Your anxiety leading up to the day wasn’t as terrible as you’d expected it to be. But the day of all the anxiety seemed to hit you like a hurricane. Wave after wave after wave coursed through you as the hours ticked by. You had changed your outfit about a million times before Mickey finally stopped you and chose an outfit for you. The outfit was simple and similar to his outfit; jeans, a graphic t (matching his) and an old worn pair of vans.

You had made two batches of brownies and two pitchers of sweet tea for the cookout. Though you were assured by your ever caring husband that it wasn't necessary at all. You got gathered into his car making sure you had everything you needed.

“Hold on cariña.” Mickey called out as you reached your door. You looked at him expectantly and were pleasantly surprised when he brought you into his arms. He wrapped them around you and squeezed you against him. He knew that pressure could sometimes help relieve some of your anxiety.

“You’re gonna do great. You are strong and brave, kind and thoughtful. You are in control of what happens. If you want to leave we will leave just give me the word.” He told you before giving your head a kiss. You squeezed him back as you took a deep breath, your nose filling with his scent, tajin from the candy he had eaten earlier and aftershave.

“I’ll make sure to let you know if I want to leave Mick.” You told him in reply. That seemed to ease some of the worry he had because he let go and gave you another peck on your forehead. Opening your door for you he ushered you into the car. Then he was rounding the hood and getting into the driver's seat. He held your hand the whole way there, letting you get lost in thoughts as you stared out the window.

Pulling up to the house you let out a shaky breath squeezing his hand. You both climbed out of the car. You grabbed the container with the brownies in it and Mickey grabbed the jugs of sweet tea. He gave you one last kiss on the head before you were both walking up the driveway to the backyard. You heard the group way before you saw them. There was splashing in the pool from the kids and chatter from the adults.

“We don’t have to go in if you don’t want to.” Mickey reassured you once again. You would never get sick of the way he cared for you. He was the steady land around your unsteady volcano. You gave him a smile you hoped was convincing but by the look he gave you, you figured it wasn’t.

“I’m ready to meet everyone, Legro.” You replied, before you were pushing the gate open and entering the backyard. You heard a shout of your name and looked to see Payback's wife heading towards you.

“Are those your brownies I see in there?” She asked you as she peered into the container in your hands.

“Don’t worry Denise, I got you a batch to take home in the car.” You whispered to her, she gave you a mischievous look in return.

“I knew I liked you for a reason.” She said simply before greeting your husband. They talked for a brief moment before she was called away by Tina, their youngest and only daughter.

“Let’s go meet everyone.” Mickey said to you as he nodded in the direction of the crowd. Your feet answered for you as they moved across the lawn. Mickey was close behind you, catching up in one quick step. You were determined to get the awkward first greeting out of the way quickly even as your hands shook.

“This is my wife.” Mickey said as he introduced you to the group. All eyes on you as you stared at the container in your hands.

“Let me take that from you.” Mav said quickly moving towards you to grab the brownies out of your hands. Then Rooster was grabbing the jugs of tea from Mickey. With nothing to look at but your bare hands you trailed your eyes up to the group.

“Hi.” You said barely above a whisper as you stepped closer to your husband. You leaned into his side as he brought an arm around your shoulder. The awkward side hug was enough to calm your nerves. They all went around the table quickly introducing themselves and greeting you.

The night was running smoothly after that. You stuck by Mickey's side talking to people occasionally. At one point Phoenix asked you what you did for work and your shell loosened as you talked about the new book you were writing for your series. Bob perked up at that and had said he had actually read your whole series almost 5 times over. But then he got confused because he hadn’t realized you were the author. You explained that you used your middle name and maiden name as a pseudonym.

Mickey had gone to get a drink and got caught up in a conversation with Hangman when you suddenly needed to go to the bathroom. You looked around but didn’t see Denise or Payback anywhere figuring they were off with one or all of the kids somewhere. Not wanting to interrupt your husband, you decided to go and find the bathroom yourself. After knocking on and opening almost every door you finally found the bathroom.

You made quick work of going before washing your hands and drying them off. As you opened the door you ran straight into someone. You let out a grunt as you stumbled back a step. Anxiety suddenly running through your body at the thought of having run into someone. But the grip on your arms soothed you back down before you could erupt. You recognized the hands instantly. Looking up, your eyes connected to a set of worried chestnut brown ones.

“I couldn’t find you outside. I just wanted to make sure you’re okay.” He said as he scanned over you, hands still on your arms.

“I’m alright Mick, I just had to go to the bathroom real quick. Didn’t want to disturb anyone so I just kinda wandered around for a moment.” You told him as you reached up to wrap a hand around his wrist squeezing lightly.

“Let’s get back out there then cariña. They just announced dessert and I don’t want everyone to eat your brownies before I get some.” You laughed at him as he gave you a goofy smile. Then you were walking hand in hand back to the gathering. Mickey made sure to grab a plate full of brownies glaring at Rooster when he protested the unfairness of it. He gave you a sweet kiss as he sat back beside you and handed you a glass of sweet tea. You decided then that maybe his found family wasn’t so bad and you might just want to spend more time with them in the future.

Translations:(Google so don't come for me if they are wrong.)

Cariña- Honey

Legro- Light

A/N: Thank you for this request T. I love writing for my husband. That gif of him makes my head swim.

Tags(open): @wkndwlff & @sylviebell

#m's hundred celly #mickey fanboy garcia x reader #mickey garica x reader #fanboy x reader #mickey fanboy garcia fluff #mickey fanboy garcia oneshot #mickey fanboy garcia imagine #mickey garcia oneshot #mickey garcia imagine #fanboy imagine #fanboy oneshot #fanboy fluff #fluff #mickey fanboy garcia #mickey garcia #fanboy

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alwritey-aphrodite · 10 months

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Hi!!! Congrats on the 500 followers!! 💖💖💖💖

Can I please have saying ''i love you'' in-between kisses with Poe or Santi from the Physical intimacy prompts? 🥺

Ahhh thank you so so much!!

You loved Santiago, you really, truly did, but sometimes his hard-headedness made you want to repeatedly bang your head against the wall. He was stubborn, but more than that, he never felt like he was good enough, no matter what you told him. Some days you just wanted to grab him by his shoulders and shake him while screaming about how much you appreciate him.

Santi is a giver, and he’d give away parts of himself until nothing was left if he needed to. He spends hours watching Frankie’s kids, driving Ben to his matches, going over Will’s speech material, and fixing any little thing around the house that might bother you. He’s spent days fixing creaky doors and stuck cabinets that you weren’t even totally sure were problems.

It’s as if he thinks if he’s not doing something to be helpful, he’s not worth the space he takes up, not worth the love you give him. He couldn’t be more wrong, and all you want to do is make him see that, get it through his thick skull that you love him always, whether he’s retiling your bathroom floor or not.

It’s been a long few days for the two of you, and you’d barely been able to spend time together, so you thought a date night spent cuddled together on the couch while eating your favorite junk food would be the perfect end to the week. Santi, though, can’t seem to sit still, has all his nervous w every running under his skin and you can tell from the way his fingers move against your arm that he’s itching to get up, to fix something, to make himself useful.

You know him so well, in fact, that as soon as the movie ends and he starts to open his mouth, starts to rise from the couch, you shift as quickly as you can to straddle his lap, keeping him pinned in his spot.

“Can you just take a night and relax, please?” You ask, carding your fingers through his graying curls in a way you know makes him melt like butter.

“Honey,” you need to cut him off before he says something self-deprecating, because no one talks badly about your Santi, so you kiss him.

It’s soft and sweet and you can feel him relax under you, can feel his fingers flex and squeeze where they rest on your hips. You pull back, putting mere millimeters between you.

“I love you,” you whisper before kissing him again, just as soft but you can feel the pressure build, feel his desire brimming in the way he holds you close.

“I love you,” you tell him again, breaking the kiss for only a moment.

“I love you,” a third time, with barely enough space between you for you to form the words.

“I love you,” for the fourth time and you delight in the way Santiago whines for you with the slightest amount of distance between you.

“I love you,” again and again, until you feel like Santi finally believes you.

#santiago garcia #santiago garcia x reader #santiago garcia x you #santiago pope garcia #santiago pope garica x reader #triple frontier #triple frontier fanfiction #500 follower extravaganza!!

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only-one-brain-cell · 11 months

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No one

Absolutely no one

Maeve if she had lived: I need him in a way that concerns feminism.

Spencer: *is bending over*

JJ: we are in a grocery store.

Emily: no let her speak

JJ: my children are in the next isle over.

Maeve: and they will find out how hot their godfather is.

Spencer: *walks over with apples* got them ☺️

Maeve: 😍

Emily: it’s been zero days since Maeve has hit on her husband in front of us.

#criminal minds #criminal minds headcanon #spencer reid #maeve donovan #spaeve headcannon #imagine Maeve posting all sort of pictures on social media of Spencer #all the BAU members are like that’s our baby genuis and Maeve is like your baby genuis is hot #everyone always leaves such sweet comments then one day Maeve just posts a thirst post of Spencer with a spicy caption #“started my morning off good Spencer got his breakfast in early… I was the breakfast”#Garica would spit out her coffee reading this “no ahhh I’m blind oh how how does one unread something?????!!”

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lyfthemuffinmoth · 1 year

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man. i swear. why do people not get that the reason sparrow said that he’s not proud of normal is because he wants normal to have the childhood he never had and because he wants to protect normal from being bullied. i understand that he’s not expressing it healthyl but he says verbatim that is scares him how normal is so optimistic because the world is mean! but it just seems to me that some of yall just choose to complete ignore the scene in episode seventeen. sparrow is acting this way because he feels incredibly guilty over what happened to the world and its effects on normal and he wants normal to stay out of it so badly, which is why he said what he said. he said it out of love. also sidenote. what sparrow did obviously wasn’t great y’know but he apologized, he was drunk while saying it, and he does not think his child is like- fucked up or anything and he loves him so much, he doesnt hate him. i genuinely do not see how that is worse than mr parentification stampler and mr puts his child in a fighting ring lolz

#dndads #dungeons and daddies #sparrow oak-garica #sparrow oak #dungeons and dads #dndads s2

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slytherinlesbians · 7 months

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slytherinlesbians' whumptober masterlist (complete!) *ੈ✩‧₊˚

day six: recording/made to watch/"it should've been me." | fandom: criminal minds | characters: derek morgan, emily prentiss, aaron hotchner, jason gideon, penelope garcia, jennifer jaraeu | ship: none | trigger warnings: none | content: 2x15 revelations, the tobias hankel case, kidnapped spencer reid, team as a family | word count: 507

day seven: "can you hear me?" | fandom: criminal minds | characters: spencer reid (centric), emily prentiss, jennifer jareau, derek morgan, penelope garica | ship: past spencer reid/maeve donovan | trigger warnings: mentions of drugs/drug use, depression | content: post 8x12 'zugzwang,' spencer's isolation, team as a family | word count: 1k

day ten: "you said you'd never leave." | fandom: criminal minds | characters: spencer reid (centric), diana reid, derek morgan, aaron hotchner, jennifer jaraeu, penelope garcia, emily prentiss | ship: past spencer reid/elle greenaway | trigger warnings: parent abandonment, depression, grief | content: spencer reflects on the people who have left him over the course of his life and grieves | word count: 1.3k

day thirteen: "i don't feel so good." | fandom: criminal minds | characters: spencer reid (centric), aaron hotchner, david rossi, jennifer jaraeu, emily prentiss, derek morgan | ship: none | trigger warnings: gunshot wound recovery, vomiting | content: spencer recovers from an injury sustained on a case, team as a family, dad!hotch | word count: 724

day fourteen: (alt prompt) shaking | fandom: criminal minds | characters: spencer reid, aaron hotchner, jennifer jaraeu, emily prentiss | ship: none | trigger warnings: gunshot, autistic meltdown | content: spencer has a meltdown after a case, autistic spencer, team as a family, hotch & spencer friendship, dad!hotch | word count: 642

day twenty: blanket/found family | fandom: criminal minds | characters: spencer reid, aaron hotchner | ship: none | trigger warnings: none | content: post 2x15 'revelations,' the tobias hankel case, dad!hotch, autistic spencer, non-verbal spencer, hotch & spencer friendship, team as a family | word count: 589

day twenty three: stalking | fandom: criminal minds | characters: jennifer jareau (centric), emily prentiss | ship: mentioned jennifer jareau/will lamontagne | trigger warnings: mentions of sexual assault, rape, abuse and stalking | content: a case reminds jj of a past relationship, emily & jj friendship | word count: 1.2k

day twenty six: working to exhaustion/"you look awful." | fandom: criminal minds | characters: spencer reid (centric), jennifer jareau, david rossi, aaron hotchner | ship: none | trigger warnings: ableism | content: on a case, local officers treat the team badly, dad!hotch, team as a family | word count: 1.7k

day twenty seven: scars | fandom: criminal minds | characters: spencer reid, luke alvez, penelope garcia | ship: pre spencer reid/luke alvez, but can be read as platonic | trigger warnings: past self harm, past drug addiction | content: case fic, post prison spencer, autistic spencer, spencer is uncomfortable in his body, luke helps | word count: 1.6k

day twenty nine: "what happened to me?" | fandom: criminal minds | characters: spencer reid (centric), derek morgan, jennifer jareau, aaron hotchner | ship: none | trigger warnings: past addiction, gunshot wound | content: spencer is shot on a case, pain relief used in the hospital brings up bad feelings, team as a family, dad!hotch | word count: 888

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