#1.7k with anj :)

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Up All Night

Nestor Oceteva x F!Reader

Request by @garbinge​: “Meeting the love of your life in a police station does not make for a good story to tell your children, but definitely an interesting one.”

Warnings: the littlest tiniest dash of angst, and Nestor being a softie

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: Anj sent me this prompt and I immediately got in my soft Nestor feelings. So now you guys get to have him as a dad. I will not be taking any criticism at this time, for I am too busy being soft.

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You heard the front door shut, followed by a very loud sigh from Nestor. You bit back your laugh in an attempt to stay quiet, desperate to not wake the sleeping baby that was cradled in your arms. Rocking slowly in the chair, you waited for him to appear in the doorway. The upside of having a baby that struggled to sleep through the night was that you were usually awake when he got home from work these days.

Like clockwork, within seconds he was leaning against the doorframe. The exhaustion was clearly written all over his face, but despite that he was still smiling at the two of you curled up together on the chair. You smiled over at him, letting out a quiet hum in greeting as you fought to keep your own eyes open.

He walked over, leaning down to press a light kiss to your forehead. His voice was hardly a whisper as he spoke, “Another rough night?”

You gave a tiny shrug, trying not to move too much, “More of the same,” you looked up at him, “What about you? Rough night?”

He shook his head, unable to take his eyes off the little infant in your arms, “Just long. Nothing bad, though.”

“Everyone’s safe?”

He kissed your temple, “Everyone’s safe.”

Seeing that you weren’t ready to get up and try to put her back in the crib just yet, Nestor pulled her small toy chest over and sat down on top of it to join the two of you. He leaned onto the arm of the chair, thumb tracing lightly back and forth over your forearm as both of you looked down at the little bundle of joy in your arms.

“She’s beautiful.”

You let you a quiet chuckle as you nodded, “Remember that when she wakes up crying in another hour or so.”

He leaned over, kissing you on the cheek, “That’s why they make ‘em so cute.”

“Oh? Is it? I thought she just got all my good genes.”

He smiled, “That didn’t hurt.”

You leaned back against the chair as he rested the side of his head against the outside of your arm. The house was silent save for the sounds of your breathing. There was something peaceful about spending the small hours of the morning in the nursery together despite the tiredness that was weighing on both your mind and Nestor’s.

“I want to go lay down,” you whispered, “but I don’t want to risk waking her up.”

He chuckled, “Can’t spend your whole life in the rocking chair,” he looked down at the peaceful expression on your daughter’s face, “Pretty sure she’s out.”

Taking a deep breath, you slowly stand up from the rocking chair. You pause, relief flooding over you when you see her eyes still closed. You slowly walked over to the crib, laying her down. You leaned on the railing of it for a few moments, watching her sleeping soundly. Nestor’s arms wrapped around your waist, chin resting on your shoulder as he joined you. Reaching up, you lightly traced your fingertips along his cheek. He leaned into your touch, humming in approval.

“Ready?” he mumbled against your shoulder.

You nodded, “I think so.”

You walked back to your room, Nestor’s arms still wrapped around you. You laughed softly as he scooped you up and set you on the bed. He changed into an old t-shirt and pair of sweatpants before crawling into bed beside you. He pulled the blanket up over the both of you, pulling you tight against his chest and letting out a deep sigh.

Neither of you fell right to sleep despite the fact that your bodies were begging for rest. You listened to the steady thrum of his heartbeat as his hands massaged circles into the small of your back. Quiet moments with just the two of you were rare and more precious than they’d ever been. He inhaled deeply, squeezing you tight for a moment.

“I love you,” he kissed your forehead.

You smiled into his chest, “I love you too.”

That was all the two of you said, falling back into peaceful, comfortable silence once more. You felt your eyes starting to grow heavy, letting yourself melt into Nestor as you drifted off to sleep. He could feel you leaning more and more of your weight onto him and he took comfort in the sensation, liking that he could feel you pressed to close to him.

Just as he was about to fall asleep as well, the sound of crying came in through the baby monitor. You woke up instantly, sitting straight up in bed as you began to wipe the sleep from your eyes. You went to pull the blanket down off of yourself but Nestor motioned for you to stop.

“I got it,” he leaned in and kissed you, “Get some rest.”

You smiled, flopping back onto your pillow with no hesitation, “Thank you.”

He chuckled quietly to himself as he stood up and made his way out of the bedroom. You listened on the baby monitor and could hear him walking into the nursery. Your eyes drifted shut again but you were still listening intently as the scene unfolded a couple rooms down the hall.

“Hey, now,” he said with a soft smile on his face, “what’s all this about?” he scooped her up and carefully cradled her in his arms, “Hm? What’s wrong?”

He paced around the nursery, swaying slightly as he continued to whisper and coo in an attempt to quiet her cries. He shifted her so that she was laying against his shoulder. Her tiny little hands gripping what they could of the fabric of his t-shirt as her crying slowly but surely began to lessen. He hummed absent-mindedly as he continued to walk around the room. His feet adopted a rhythm without him even realizing it as he gently rubbed her back.

“You’re alright,” he whispered once her crying had quieted, “I’ve got you.”

You hadn’t been able to stay in bed. As quietly as you could manage, you made your way to the doorway of the nursery, watching Nestor get wrapped up with his daughter falling back to sleep against him. She looked so small as she rested against him. Nestor never seemed as comfortable and gentle as when he was holding her.

He turned around, eyebrows raising slightly when he saw you in the doorway. He laughed quietly, “You’re supposed to be sleeping.”

You stepped in, shaking your head with a smile, “Sounded more fun in here,” you walked behind him to get a good look at your daughter’s face and smiled when you saw that she was already falling back to sleep, “You’ve got the magic touch. Think it might be the dancing.”

He chuckled, “I might not have much, but I do have rhythm.”

You laughed, shaking your head, “Sometimes.”

Nestor managed to get her to fall completely back sleep and tucked back away in her crib. He sat down in the rocking chair, motioning for you to come and join him. You laughed softly as you walked over, taking the hand that he offered you as you curled up into his lap. You pulled your knees to your chest and rested your head against his shoulder as he wrapped his arms completely around you. Both of you had your eyes on the crib as Nestor began to make the chair sway slightly.

“Gonna put me back to sleep too?” you asked quietly.

He chuckled, pressing a kiss to the side of your head, “Maybe.”

“You know what I was thinking about the other day?” you asked, not taking your eyes off of your daughter.

“What’s that?”

“What are we going to tell her when she asks how we met?”

He pulled away, looking down at you with a confused look on his face, “What do you mean? We’ll tell her the truth.”

You laughed, “Really? Are you sure you wanna do that?”

“Why not?”

“Being in holding cells next to each other isn’t exactly a sweetheart romance story.”

His lips curled into a smile as they rested against the side of your head, “Meeting the love of your life in a police station may not make for a good story to tell your children, but definitely makes for an interesting one.”

“You going to tell her what you were in for?”

“I’ll tell her what you were in for,” he laughed, “Make sure your daughter knows that her mother used to be a hot-head.”

You smiled, “Used to be?”

“It’s been a while since you’ve gotten in someone’s face. Especially a cop’s. Especially while you’re drunk.”

You chuckled, “That’s fair. That guy deserved it, though.”

“I’m sure.”

You looked up at him, “What were you in for again? Street racing?”

“Yea,” he shook his head, “Me and my brother.”

You laughed, “That’s right. Good thing we both decided to get into trouble that night.”

“Good thing my brother had money to post your bail.”

“Yea. How’d you swing that anyway?”

He laughed, shaking his head, “You really wanna know?”

“I really do.”

“I told him, she’s cute, and she tried to punch a cop in the face. We gotta bail her out. And that was all it took.”

“So you both always had a problem with authority, huh?”

“Yea. You had that in common with us, Miss ‘Drunk & Disorderly’. I remember when they brought you in and threw you in the cell next to ours. Looking like a mess, all pissed off. Pretty sure I was already in love with you by the time they locked the door.”

You giggled quietly, leaning into him. It felt like lifetimes ago, and in a lot of ways it was. So much had changed since then. You took a deep breath as you felt his arms wrap a little tighter around you.  He didn’t talk about his brother very often, but in those soft, quiet moments it felt safe to do so. For a few minutes everything was still just like it was back then—no responsibilities, no extra weight to carry from day to day. You could tell that he was getting lost in it all by the way his breathing changed slightly.

“We did alright,” you whispered, trying to lighten the mood, “for a couple of degenerates. Right?”

You could feel him smiling against you as he nodded, “Yea, I’d say so.”

“We’re gonna have out hands full, aren’t we?”

He laughed, “I’d be willing to bet money on it.”

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✍🏽 title is “still into you” w spencer reid :)

Still Into You

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Spencer had saw you on his way home from school. A kid the same age as him wearing bright pink shirt with a pair of blue shorts, there was a flower crown in your hair- your friend must have made it for you.

You were in the school yard by his house, elementary school - you had to be 11 or 12 at the time.

You looked like cotton candy he thought. You noticed his gaze and he looked away thinking that you'd be upset or creeped out but you smiled.

You actually smiled at him and waved too.

That was the day Spencer Reid got his first crush.

-

Spencer sat at his desk, Hotch's voice breaking his train of thought. "Witness is here but JJ is busy, Derek and Emily are out and I have to handle something for Strauss" he says with a hint of annoyance in his voice.

"I can do it" Spencer gives him a tight lipped smile and makes his way to the interrogation room. The sound of a foot tapping against the floor was the first thing he heard when he stepped in. His gaze went from the floor to your face - black converses, blue jeans and a pink shirt.

"It's you."

After all these years, he sees you again. He hadn't seen you again after that day in the school yard but he never forgot you- perks of an eidetic memory.

"Sorry, do I know you?"

"Um- yes- no ? Maybe. I don't know if you remember me- we never spoke but uh, you smiled at me when I passed by the school yard, you had a flower crown in your hair" he trailed off.

Your gaze was fixed on him, looking him up and down before finally settling on his face. Your eyes were making him blush. "Spencer ?"

"You know my name?"

"We lived down the street from each other our whole lives, well until you moved" you laughed, smiling at him again.

Spencer felt like a 12 year old boy again, warm and fuzzy inside. Spencer still had a crush on you.

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✍🏽 buck + butterflies please!! and congrats once again <3

Thank you Greer! 💗

Butterflies

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It was warm out, the sun was setting and the view from the balcony was breathtaking- truthfully that’s what made you want to buy this place. Your boyfriend was still at work, though his shift should be over by now and you were correct by the sound of his bag hitting the floor and the door slamming shut.

“What did I tell you about slamming the door?!” You shout from your spot, eyes glued to the sunset in front of you.

His steps are getting closer and then a pair of arms wrap around your waist, pressing a kiss to your cheek. Buck’s chin rested on your shoulder, “you told me something about slamming the door?” He asks sweetly, making you roll your eyes - if there was one thing he was good at, it was pushing your buttons unnecessarily.

“Mhm hm.” He laughs as he hears the slight annoyance in your hum. Your arms on the railing of the balcony while Buck’s chest pressed to your back, arms holding you snuggly against him.

This wasn’t an odd occurrence, the two of you found yourselves in this very position so many times at all hours of the day.

A butterfly fluttered by, capturing your attention. Buck felt you turn ever so slightly, following the little blue butterfly. The butterfly then landed on the railing, right by your hand. You paused, you didn’t dare move an inch before you scared it away.

But it fluttered back up off the rail and landed again, this time on your hand. Your face had tell tale signs of excitement, you had always admired the beauty these little creatures had.

“Look!” You whispered to him, trying your best not to move and scare it. “It’s so.. perfect ” you smiled.

“Like you” he mumbled, another kiss is being pressed to your cheek.

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✍🏽 left out + either buckley sibling for @the118-onetwentysix (main blog @amoristic)

idk which direction this went, I just started writing lmao // @the118-onetwentysix

Left Out

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Maddie hated birthdays- that wasn't entirely true, she just hated when Buck's birthday rolled around. Their parents could care less about if he wanted to celebrate or not. She, on the other hand, always tried her best to spend the day with him and do something with him so he didn't feel alone.

"Hey," she knocked on the door before stepping into the room. Buck's blond curls sticking up from under the blanket, his back to the door.

He sniffles, a little boy at the age of 10, crying in bed on his birthday morning. It broke Maddie's heart into pieces.

"Kiddo.." she hums, sitting on his bed next to him. He rolls, staring up at his sister, face covered in tears. "What's wrong ?" she asks, her fingers gently wiping away the tears from his cheeks.

"Mom- she told me she was going to work," he sniffles again, his hand wiping his cheek once more. "She didn't even remember it was my birthday" he cries and once more, her heart broke.

"Oh baby, I remembered" she caressed her brother's cheek. "Happy birthday," Maddie smiled at him, "10 now huh ? double digits" she kissed the top of his head.

Buck's eyes flicker for a moment - happiness.

"I have a stack of pancakes for you downstairs and then we can do whatever you want for the whole day"

"Even taking me to see that movie?" his eyes lit up with excitement

She sighs, "the one with all the gore and violence ? I don't know kiddo" he pouts, he knew it was her weakness.

"Fine," Maddie gives in, "don't come running to me when you can't sleep tonight" she laughs before he hugs her, "you're the best!"

--

The first time she was away for his birthday was when she moved with Doug. Maddie had called Buck that afternoon to wish him happy birthday and ask him if he had plans.

"Headed out with some friends, bar hopping cause it's my 21st" he laughs, the thought of not having to sneak in his rattling backpack past Maddie's bedroom door brought a smile to his face.

Maddie sighed, Buck was always a troublesome child or at least that's what their parents labelled him as.

She had always seen him as curious, her little brother who just wanted to see what the world had to offer.

"What time do you thin-" "Yo Buckley! Let's go!" she can hear his friends calling for him.

"Be careful, I love you" she tells him, reminding him that she's always be there.

"I love you too." he replies, voice full of excitement and joy.

The line disconnected and Maddie had felt odd. She had always been here for his birthday but she was glad he was having fun when if she wasn't there with him. She placed the feeling moments later - left out.

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✍🏽, Matt Simmons and Traitor (I actually have a fic idea for this if you want to hear it)

Ohhh this is a good one

Traitor

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How could you?

It was his job to protect you.

He owed it to you.

The two of you had been partners for years, from the IRT to the BAU, you came as a packaged deal.

Matt was your best friend, your platonic soulmate in a way. He knew when you needed someone to talk to, a shoulder to cry on.

You were the first person he told when Kristy was pregnant, you had been the one driving like a mad person to get him to the hospital on time and the one in the waiting rooms.

He owed you his life.

All you remember was the bullet coming towards Matt- Matt who stood there with no bulletproof vest on. He can’t die, his kids can’t grow up without a father, Kristy without a husband.

You didn’t have anyone waiting for you at home. You didn’t have a family - he did and he was your family.

You would have bled yourself dry if it meant keeping him safe and alive.

Now laid on the floor, Matt’s hand pressed to your chest, telling you to hold on for a little longer- “just until the medics get here y/n” his hand cupped your cheek.

But all he could think was how dare you take the bullet for him.

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✍️ buck + “alone together” please and thank you 🥺

I’m so proud of you, lovely!!!!

Thank you Jill! 💗

warnings: injury, blood and one swear word

Alone Together

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Ain’t it funny how life works

The person you liked the least was the one you ended up being stuck with.

A rescue gone wrong.

The two of you sat in a room, trapped and waiting for the team to come to you on Bobby’s orders after he had radioed and practically yelled at the two of you not to be dumb and ‘hero’ yourself out of there

Buck was grumbling something, a hand pressed to his side. “Something wrong Buckley ?” You turn to him, he blinked. He looked pale, like a sick kind of pale. Sure you didn’t like him but you’d help him if something was wrong.

“Buck?” You called, shifting towards him a bit. His hand fell from his side, he began to topple. Your eyes caught the glimmer of red against the palm of his hand.

Fuck he was hurt.

“Buck, stay with me” You tapped his face, pulling his turnout jacket off. There a huge gash by his hip, he must have cut himself on something when the floor gave out and you two got stuck.

The room was covered in dust and soot, there was nothing clean to use. “Cap, Buck is injured. No pressure but might wanna speed up this rescue team” you radioed.

“How bad is it?” Bobby’s voice rang through.

“I’m no medic but I’m pretty sure I shouldn’t be seeing bone. I’ll try my best to hold him together but-“

“We’re coming as fast as we can” Bobby assured you.

You let go of Buck, letting him fall flat on his back. Pulling off your own turnout jacket, you begin unbuttoning your uniform shirt- the only clean thing that was dust and soot free. You were left in your tshirt when you pressed the clean shirt to his side, putting the pressure on it until you heard him wince.

He’s alive and awake.

“No, you’re not gonna die on me. I won’t have your stupid blood on my hands” You grumbled.

“That’s-“ he coughed, “that’s why you’re doing this?” He mustered up the energy to answer you.

Pausing, you thought for a second. Why were you doing this?

You were both alone in this world but at least you were alone together.

“Don’t die on me.”

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hi lovely’ congratulations on your new milestone!!! i’m so so sooo happy for you! could i get 👀 & 🧸

thank you so much!! <3

👀- you're giving me Spencer Reid vibes, idk if it's the purple theme or the rambling (affectionate) maybe both :)

🧸- something like this

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ANJ I AM HERE TO CONGRATULATE YOU 🎉🎉🎉🎉 1.7k that’s 😭😭😭 so cool

can i get 👀 and 🧸 (but not any you already rec’d me) and.... 💋

ily so proud of u 💖

thank you my darling <3333 I love you!! 💖💖💖

👀- Maddie Buckley, sassy and funny but super sweet and also really badass

🧸- something like this, maybe smaller if you want

💋- I love your account and you so much, your reblogs of my posts/reblogs make me so happy because your tags are everything!!!

[libraryofloveletters]

✍🏽 buck + cuddles

also congrats on 1.7k <33

thank you! <3

Cuddles

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Buck had a nightly routine, come home, getting told not to kick his shoes because it's gonna scuff the wall, take a shower, have dinner and then head to bed.

He didn't stray from his routine very often unless he was going out or hanging out with Eddie and Chris but today was different.

You hadn't noticed when he came in, you didn't hear typical sound of the shoes hitting the wall nor did you hear the door shut. You near jumped out your skin when you saw him in the corner of your eye.

"Holy shit babe, you scared me" you breathe, hand against your chest. Buck gave you a faint smile and mumbles a sorry before sitting next to you on the bed.

"Hey, you okay ?" you turn to face him. There was a sadness on his face, one you don't see very often and one you didn't like to see either.

"Just a bad call, we lost someone" he mumbles, his head now against the pillow.

"Oh, baby I'm sorry" you open your arms before he scoots over to you, his head against your chest. Your hand rubs his back softly, his body relaxing as he moves closer to you.

"We don't have to talk about it but if you do want to talk I'm here, you know that, right?"

"I know, I just wanna stay here for now" he hums, head nuzzling further into you, you smile at your boyfriend before running your fingers through his hair.

"You hungry ? I can get you something" you got to get up but his arm tightens around your waist.

"No, stay" he glances up at you and you shift back to your spot.

[libraryofloveletters]

Omg omg congratulations!!! I’m so so sooo proud & happy for u 🥺 !! 👀🧸💋 if you don’t mind <3

Thank you love!! You’re been one of my biggest supporters since day one 🥺💗

👀- Olivia Benson from SVU because you’re soft and loving, you care about those around you so much but you also don’t take anyone’s shit, you don’t let people push you around and if they do, there’s hell to pay lmao

🧸- something small, a kind reminder maybe like this? I feel like word tattoos suit you

💋- you’re so sweet and gorgeous!! We talk about everything from boy problems to bouncing ideas off each other. You’ve become one of my favourite people <3

[libraryofloveletters]

anj!! congratulations!!

can i get 👀 and 💋?

thank you red! <3

👀- Alexandra Cabot from SVU because you're headstrong and stand your ground but you're also sweet :)

💋- I love your themes and I loveeee your writing

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💍👀💋

CONGRATS ANJ!!!!!

Thank you Logan!!! ❤️❤️

💍- pineapple pizza is the only kind of pizza we’re having no ands, if or buts 💅🏽

👀- Chimney Han, you radiate chaotic energy. you’re witty and super smart and just an all around joy 😌

💋- I love chatting with you and screaming about 911/cm and we always share ideas about our latest fics or ideas for them

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congrats anj! i’m so happy for you <333

could i get 👀and💋please?

Thank you Annie!! 💗

👀- Penelope Garcia, super cool and funny and sweet, you probably have the coolest style that would look weird on someone else but looks amazing on you

💋- you’re always happy and sweet the few times were spoken and your replies always make me happy :)

[libraryofloveletters]

Congrats Anj! We love to see it! 🧸👀🗣

thank you Rachel!!

🧸- something with line work, simple and clean

👀- Cristina Yang from Grey's, super smart, sarcastic and low-key caring but only if you deserve to see it, but pours her all into her projects/what she believes in

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congrats anj! 1.7k is such a big number! wow i’m so glad to know you. may i have 💍👀🧸💋 pls?

Thank you yash! 💗💗

💍- it’s emerald green and gold themed, those two colours are just so timeless if that makes sense

👀- Rosa Diaz from Brooklyn Nine-Nine. The reason for this is because people tend to think you keep to yourself and totally are not a people person but you’re incredibly smart and caring and funny but you have to get you know you before it shows.

🧸- something nature themed and minimalistic like this maybe?

💋- you’re one of the coolest people I’ve ever spoken too on here and you’re super funny in a lowkey way like you have to think about what you said and it makes so much sense, it’s so funny

[libraryofloveletters]

congrats on 1.7k!!!💋💍

thank you! <3

💍- my brother is gonna walk me down the aisle :')

💋- I'm obsessed with your theme, it's so pretty