#a very moosey ficmas

[shadyladyperfection]

The New Year Fic Writers & Readers Ask Game 2020

 I was tagged by @homoose and @specialagentsergio for this, thank you so much ❤️

FULL DISCLOSURE: I got carried away with the fics that lifted my spirits this year and basically turned this into a fic rec list. And it is a long long list, so just brace yourselves, I guess? I put it in the end so you won’t have to read it 

What was your biggest writing/reading achievement this year?

Okay, I have always been a silent reader. For some weird reason, I couldn’t bring myself to interact with a fic or the writer. So, I guess my biggest achievement would be letting the writer know how much I enjoyed reading their work. It counts, okay?

What did you learn about yourself as a writer/reader this year?

It is so SO important to leave comments or reblogs on fics or any medium of art that you enjoy. I’ve been a silent reader for years, okay? And while likes help, letting someone know that their writing made your day or completely gutted you will make them appreciate you like no other, and I say this from experience. Creators are simple people and deserve all the love you can give them. Even a keyboard smash helps, btw. 

Did you dive into something familiar or try something new this year?

I started reading Criminal Minds fanfics this year, does that count as something new? I don’t know. 

What are you grateful for?

Personally? I’m just glad my family and I got through the pandemic so far while staying healthy.

Reading wise, I am forever grateful fanfiction exists because it’s the only piece of literary work I have been able to read consistently.

Have your style (writer) or tastes (reader) changed this year?

I was not an avid fluff reader. It sounds weird and I always say I hate angst but I tended to gravitate more towards stories that left me aching rather than reading fluff, so I think that has changed.

What’s the first thing you want to read or write this year?

My textbooks would be nice 😂 But uh, I’d like to work on this story idea that I have had for month now.

Anything you want to try in 2021?

Like I said, writing my own fic would be nice but I know me so I’m good as it is 😂

Do you have any fic resolutions?

Not really, nope 

Share a comment (if a writer) or story (if a reader) that lifted your spirits this year?

Ooh mama, I have so many fics and I am going to list them all. Yes I am. This is in no particular order because I am messy like that and I am not even going to try and keep the list short. Bear with me, or not. It’s up to you. Also, I only added fluffy masterpieces here otherwise I’d have over 600 fics here and I am lazy xoxo

 Starting with @justfangstvdto  ‘s  Waking up to Klaus painting you imagine. This is an all time favourite. Open Coffin is also, one of her best works!!

@moon-light-jukebox ‘s Angel is very close to my heart and I also enjoy Morning Coffee because who doesn’t love a coffee shop AU?

@imagining-in-the-margins has so many fics to choose from. It’s like a reader’s nirvana  Anticipation  Impromptu  Pumpkin   Fairytales Sunflowers   Sweet Cherries   Breakfast Run  

@erin-bo-berin writes the cutest Dad!Spencer fics (great smut too but we’re not talking about that here) I’d start with Cabin Fever and Cupid 

@definitelynotkatesblog ‘s 6 AM and Something to Cry About have a special place in my heart

@veraiconcos ‘ Kiss it Better  was the first Criminal Minds fic I ever read so it’s special in its own way 

@gubler-me-up  is very difficult to choose from but Fact Check would be my pick 

@mggpleasedontlookhere ‘s Helping  Heart and Insignificant Being are absolutely delightful!

I read @criminalmindzjunkie ‘s Unlucky in Love weekly for clear skin 

Promise Me by @gayouijaboard is a gem, I swear.

@zhuzhubii has an extensive list of amazing writings but I had to pick so here you go- Sleepyhead About Ethan (a little angsty but worth it)  I think i love you and hugging you

A Lick of Paint ,  Moi Je Joue and I Would Do Anything You Asked Me Too   by @differentkettleoffishalltogether are technically smuts but I feel nice after reading them and that’s what is important 

@brywrites ‘ Focus  Flight Risk   Happy Tears    Troublesome    and frankly, everything they’ve written is wonderful!!

@specialagentsergio ‘s Sweater Weather   Baby Kiss it Better  and Last Christmas  are all amazing 

@spacedikut ‘s entire masterlist is a delight and it is hard to choose, okay? But I did anyway    how to ask a girl out   you look good   nurse reid   words that wound   the disaster dream date  (Hotch says, “They’re our idiots.” What more reason do you want for reading this fic?)   everything happens for a reason   the very insecure dr reid 

Also @matthewsbitches is rewriting Criminal Minds with the reader as Gideon’s daughter, you should read that as well!!

@reidscanehand  is another writer whose every work is just an incredible read. I am pretty sure I have their entire masterlist linked here: Line of Fire  Twenty Percent   Cooling Our Heels  In the Shadow of Harmony   That Tiny Instant of Eternity  The Statistical Probability of Falling in Love   Rather Ardently

Atlas  Happy Birthday Genius  Hype Man   Lighthouse  and A Very Moosey Ficmas  by @homoose  fill me with so much joy, every time. I also love TMSIDK 

@dreamwritesimagines ‘ Twisted is a brilliant story with amazing twists and turns but does not hold back on the angst. Like, at all. D likes to make people cry. But she’s also one of the sweetest people on here <3

Tagging: @ineverhaveanynormalfans @girls-andcats @moon-child-writer @spencerscoven and everyone mentioned above

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watching u take this journey thru a very moosey ficmas has been truly incredible ty for making my day 🥰😭🤣💀♥️

Omg no thank you for writing them!!! And for writing in general!!!! Literally as soon as i read today's I was like "omg that was so precious especially the last couple line im crying wait tHERES MORE????? I Need To Read Them All-"

(and then i did lol) 💙💙💙💙

[homoose]

Santa’s Working On It

Summary: Literally just Santa!Rossi. Based on the prompt: Pleaseeee? Nobody else wants to play Santa!

Category: fluff, one tiny moment of angst

Warnings/Includes: none

Word count: 582

a/n: A Very Moosey Ficmas Day 11! Tell me this mf doesn't look like a foxy Santa with that all white beard. Again, another lil shorty, but tomorrow is the beast of a TMSIDK xmas fic.

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“No. Absolutely not. No way.”

Dave waved his hands as he gathered up his things, trying to get out of his office before anyone else could corner him.

“Rossi, please.” JJ stood in the doorway with pleading eyes. “We couldn’t get Henry to the mall in time, and he’s devastated. I’ll do your paperwork for a week.” She gave him her best smile.

He grabbed the handle of his bag and walked around the corner of his desk. “Not a chance,” he said simply, brushing past her and out of his office. He walked down the hallway toward Aaron’s office, ignoring JJ’s crestfallen expression.

Aaron happened to be exiting his office at the same time, briefcase in hand. He had a look on his face that could only be described as trepidatious, and Dave stopped dead in his tracks. Aaron closed his office door, and shifted his bag to the other hand. He opened his mouth to speak, and Dave held up his hand. “Don’t even think about it. JJ already asked. It’s a no.”

Aaron pursed his lips, making brief eye contact with JJ. “That’s a shame. I heard Santa really loves cigars, so I was going to substitute two tickets to the Cigars International Fest in the Poconos for the cookies and milk this year.” He raised his eyebrow.

Dave chewed the inside of his lip. “The Poconos, huh?”

Aaron’s lips twitched. “I hear it’s beautiful there in May.”

…

That’s how Dave ended up on a rare Saturday off, dressed in a scratchy white beard and a Santa suit, ringing Aaron’s doorbell at 11:30am. JJ’s dark blue SUV was out front, indicating the Jack-Henry play date was in full swing.

Dave could hear them through the door; Aaron asking aloud, “Hmmm, I wonder who that could be?”

The door opened to reveal Aaron in jeans and a crewneck, and a sufficiently shocked Jack. “Santa!”

Dave grabbed his fake belly. “Ho, ho, ho! Merrrrrry Christmas!”

Henry came sprinting around the corner into the foyer, eyes wide with wonder. Dave put his hands on his hips. “I heard there were two little boys who wanted to make sure their Christmas lists made it to the North Pole.”

The boys were in the doorway, practically vibrating with excitement. Dave pulled the envelopes from his pocket. Aaron and JJ stood just behind them, chuckling and recording the moment on their phones. “I wanted to assure you that I did receive your letters, and the elves and I are working hard on your lists.”

The boys erupted in a cheer, jumping up and down. Henry grabbed Dave’s hand. “Do you like hot dogs? You could stay for lunch before you go back to the North Pole!”

Dave hummed. “Well, they’re not my favorite. I wonder if your dad might have a bratwurst, Jack.”

Aaron grinned. “I think that can be arranged, Santa.”

The boys cheered, excited beyond belief to be having lunch with Santa Claus. Henry pulled him into the house, and Jack closed the door behind him. Aaron and JJ moved toward the kitchen, and Jack tugged gently on Dave’s pant leg. Dave leaned down closer, and Jack moved in, dropping his voice to a whisper. “You even got the wish for my dad?”

Dave smiled underneath the scratchy beard, please help my daddy be happy again flashing through his mind, tears pricking the corners of his eyes. His voice was thick when he answered, “Yeah. I’m working on that one, too, kiddo.”

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[homoose]

Enjoy It While It Lasts

Summary: Just a lil Galvez/Garvez(?) at the BAU holiday party. Based very loosely on the prompt: We just met at a mutual friend’s holiday party but since we accidentally wore matching sweaters, everyone thinks we’re dating.

Pairing: Penelope Garcia x Luke Alvez

Category: fluff

Warnings/Includes: none

Word count: 1,130

a/n: A Very Moosey Ficmas Day 5! I’m really gonna have to write more Galvez, huh?

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“I’m just saying, he’s really not that bad.” Emily closed the car door and came around to meet Penelope at the passenger side. “You’d probably like him if you stopped sulking for two minutes.”

Penelope scoffed. “Not a chance.” She balanced the pan of vegan lasagna in one hand and adjusted the hem of her sweater with the other. “And I’m not sulking. I miss Derek.”

Emily threw an arm around her shoulder. “I know you do, baby girl.” Penelope shoved at her shoulder and Emily grinned. “We all do. But Luke’s really trying. And I’ll bet you have more in common with him than you think.”

Penelope full on cackled at that. “Me and that hulking army brat? Now that’s a good joke.” Emily rolled her eyes but didn’t push the issue.

Penelope didn’t bother with the doorbell, opening the door and calling out, “Merry Christmas, ya filthy animals!” The sound of the team’s laughter floated into the foyer, the smell of Dave’s cooking and a roaring fireplace following close behind.

“There they are! Mia bellas.” Dave greeted them both with a double cheek kiss, pulling back to admire their offerings. Emily held up her wine, and Penelope gestured toward the kitchen with the pan of lasagna.

Her heels clicked across the hardwoods as she made her way to the kitchen. Krystall’s voice drifted out through the hallway, quiet and kind. “I’m sure it’s not that bad, honey.”

“I don’t think you understand, Mrs. Rossi.” Penelope bristled at his voice. “My mom taught me a lot of things but cooking was not one of them. We can just throw it away, it’s fine.”

“Please, ‘Mrs. Rossi’ makes me feel a hundred years old. Just Krystall is fine.” Penelope peered around the corner of the kitchen to see Krystall peeling back the foil on a casserole dish. “Oh. Well. Maybe if we just… trim this part off?”

Luke laughed, and Penelope’s heart sped up in the most obnoxious way. “I think it’s beyond trimming.”

Penelope resisted the urge to grind her teeth. She’d just pop in, drop off the pan, and scoot back out into the living room with the rest of the team. As soon as they heard the sound of her pumps on the tile, Luke and Krystall turned with warm smiles. Penelope returned Krystall’s excitement and blatantly ignored Luke.

“Penelope!” As she set the pan on the island, Krystall wrapped her in a tight hug. Penelope squeezed back. “Merry Christmas, my dear.”

“Merry Christmas to my favorite Lady Rossi.”

Krystall pulled back out of the hug with a gasp. “Oh! You could help us with Luke’s mac and cheese!”

“Oh, no, I don’t think—” Penelope started.

“Nonsense! You’re the best cook I know— behind Dave, of course.” Krystall clapped her hands together. “Now, I think maybe if we just—”

“My wife, my life,” Rossi sang, strolling into the kitchen. “You’re being summoned. JJ is insisting on a picture of the hosts in front of the tree.” He kissed her cheek and began ushering her out.

“Wait, but…” Penelope trailed off. She huffed out a breath, already annoyed at Luke’s smug chuckling. “Don’t even look at me like that, newbie.”

He smirked and held his hands up. “I’m not looking at you like anything. Nice sweater.”

She looked at him— really looked for the first time since entering the kitchen— to see that his sweater was… the exact same one she had on. “Unbelievable,” she groaned. Of course he liked Zelda. And novelty Christmas sweaters. And of course the sweater stretched just right over his toned chest… and arms… and abs... and shoulders. How incredibly annoying.

He just raised his eyebrows at her sneer. “You don’t have a corner on the geek market, Penelope.”

She hated the way her name sounded in his mouth— like it belonged there, like it had always been there, like the etymology started and ended there. “Have you ever even played Zelda?” she questioned.

“Are you kidding?” he laughed. “That was like, my whole childhood.” He gave her a once over, and she wondered if she imagined his gaze lingering. “Looks better on you.”

She swallowed and pursed her lips. “Flattery will get you nowhere.” He grinned cheekily, and she huffed out an irritated breath, teetering over to the counter. “What’s wrong with your mac and cheese?”

He ran a hand down the back of his neck and gave her a sheepish shrug. “I really don’t know that it’s salvageable. It’s okay if you don’t think you can fix it.”

She couldn’t well turn down a challenge. “Oh, so now you doubt my abilities?”

Luke shook his head with a soft smile. “Never.”

She pulled back the aluminum foil to see a very, very burnt top layer of cheese and bread crumbles. She couldn’t stop the laugh from bubbling up. “Oh man, Alvez. This is… really bad.”

“I told you!” He leaned over the dish, brushing his exceedingly muscled shoulder against hers in the process, and she felt her body temperature rise a solid three degrees. “We can just throw it out.”

“No, no. We’ll just— hm.” She opened the silverware drawer and retrieved a fork. “Maybe we can…” She used the fork to dig up the top layer— it was so thoroughly melted together that it peeled up almost like a sheet of paper. She tilted her head to the side in surprise. “Wow, okay. That actually kind of worked.”

She pulled the chunks of burnt cheese and crumb mixture off one by one, dumping them into the trash as she went. When she’d cleared as much of the charred bits as she could, she surveyed her work with a smug smirk. She put her hands out with a little ta-da as she turned to gloat. But then Luke was smiling at her in a way that could only be described as downright dopey, and the snarky quip died in her throat. “What?”

He shook his head. “Nothing. Should we… put more cheese on it?”

She shook herself out of her stupor to jab, “You’re so full of cheese already, what’s a little more?”

Luke huffed out a laugh as she turned to retrieve whatever cheese she could find in the Rossi fridge. “That’s the best you got?”

“Watch it,” she scolded. “I’m only going easy on you because it’s the holidays, and I’m full of cheer, and goodwill, and tidings of comfort and joy.” She returned with a bag of shredded cheddar cheese. “So. Enjoy it while it lasts.”

She opened the bag and began sprinkling the cheese over the lackluster macaroni, so she missed the way his eyes traced over the fan of her lashes, the apple of her cheek, the curve of her mouth. “Oh, I intend to.”

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[homoose]

A Very Moosey Ficmas Masterlist

Summary: Just twelve lil fics because moose loves the holidays.

Pairings: various!

Category: fluff

Warnings/Includes: none

a/n: Gahhhh I’ve only ever written Spencer, so I hope this doesn’t turn out like total garbage lmao. I love the holidays and i love holiday fic!!!! They’ll all be blurbs/drabbles except for day 12, which is the TMSIDK xmas fic.

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Cooking Up Some Magic (Spencer x fem!reader)

We Don’t Have to Pretend (Emily x gn!reader)

Deck the Halls (Spencer x gn!reader)

To Rip or Not to Rip (Tara x gn!reader)

Enjoy It While It Lasts (Penelope x Luke)

All Cheered Out (Spencer x fem!reader)

All I Want for Christmas (Aaron x fem!reader)

A Holiday Cliché (Spencer x fem!reader)

Merry Christmas, Baby Girl (Penelope x Derek)

I’m Glad It’s You (Spencer x gn!reader)

Santa’s Working On It (Santa!Rossi)

The First of Many (Spencer x fem!reader)

[homoose]

Merry Christmas, Baby Girl

Summary: Just Penelope and Derek being in love in the snow. Based on the prompt: What kind of Christmas would it be if we didn’t play in the snow?

Pairing: Penelope Garcia x Derek Morgan

Category: fluff

Warnings/Includes: none

Word count: 1,444

a/n: Ficmas Day 9! Yes, my ficmas has two days of Penelope getting her man because that woman deserves the world and everyone in it and frankly it’s a hate crime that morcia wasn’t canon.

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“Derek Morgan, this is not negotiable. We’re making a snow person.”

Derek sighed. “Baby girl, I moved away from Chicago for a reason. I don’t do snow.”

“Well, I moved away from California for a reason,” she huffed. “And we never get this much snow!”

She was right; DC never got this much snow— especially not in December. Sure, a few inches here and there in January and February. But this year, a freak blizzard had dropped over a foot of snow overnight. The entire city was shut down. It was the first white Christmas they’d had in years. And Derek had zero interest in going out in it.

“You go,” he said, gesturing with his hot chocolate. “I’ll watch from the window.”

“Uh-uh.” When Derek groaned, Penelope rolled her eyes. “Oh, come on. An hour in the snow won’t kill you.”

“It just might,” he countered. She pulled her best pout, shuffling toward him with full on puppy dog eyes. He shot her a pointed look. “Don’t even.”

She wrapped her arms around his waist, looking up at him from underneath her lashes. “So… you don’t want to spend Christmas Eve… bundled up with the love of your life… wrapping a hand knitted scarf around a jolly snow person… who was brought into this world with love—”

“And who’s going to melt in twelve hours?” Penelope huffed out a breath, and he wrapped his arms around her shoulders when she went to pull away. He sighed into her hair. “... you get one hour.”

Penelope squealed and squeezed him tight, and Derek couldn’t stop the smile from turning up the corners of his mouth. “And only because I love you.”

She leaned up to press a quick, chaste kiss to his mouth. “I’m quite certain that I love you more. So much that I’ll even help you get bundled up.”

The two of them got dressed in their layers— two pairs of pants, long sleeved shirts, sweaters, and jackets. They laced up their snow boots and stuffed their hands into waterproof gloves. And then Penelope wound one of her ridiculously soft scarves around his neck, wrapping it once, twice, and then tugging him down by the ends for another kiss. He brought his hands to her hips, tugging her as close as possible through the combined six layers of clothing. His fingers tightened around his favorite part of her and she laughed into his mouth before swatting him with the fringe of the scarf.

“You will not get out of this with seduction, sir.” She tugged a matching beanie over his head, tapping on the little puff ball on top. “God, how are you so cute?”

He pulled her hat down a little more snugly over her loose curls. “I got it from my mama.”

She smiled at that. “I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again: Fran Morgan, thank you for giving me the love of my life.” She turned to retrieve a wicker basket from the entryway side table.

Derek eyed the basket, overflowing with miscellaneous items. “What’s all that?”

Her lips quirked up in a small smile, and she grabbed his hand. “You’ll see. Come on, hot stuff.”

They trudged out into the middle of the yard, and Penelope hemmed and hawed over the perfect location for far too long. When she finally decided, marking it with a little x, Derek leaned down to start scooping up snow. She waved her hands frantically. “No, no, no— you can’t take the snow from there.”

He furrowed his brows. “Well, excuse me. Then where am I supposed to get the snow from, pretty girl?”

She let out an exasperated sigh. “If you use all the snow from there, you’ll expose the dead grass, and then she won’t look good for pictures.”

“She?”

“Yes, she,” Penelope confirmed. “She’s going to be an icon and a diva, and I will not have her surrounded by ugly, brown grass.”

They spent the better part of an hour rolling snow across the lawn, each snowball growing in size until Penelope deemed it satisfactory. To her credit, she rolled the middle snowball entirely by herself, and Derek only had to help her a little in the lifting. Then, he worked on smoothing the base of their snow person, while she got the shape of the head just right.

Derek stood and dusted the snow off his knees, watching as Penelope retrieved the wicker basket from where she’d set it down earlier. She pulled a bright orange scarf out of the top and handed it to him. “Here. Bundle her up,” she ordered.

“Yes, ma’am.” He smiled and wrapped the chunky knit scarf around the head of their creation. She handed him a carrot, and he dug out a little starter hole before positioning the carrot and packing it in with some fresh snow. She pulled two brown buttons out of the basket, sticking them on as the eyes.

“Okay, make the smile with these.” She dumped a pile of red buttons into his outstretched hands.

As he pressed the buttons into a curve, he watched Penelope fasten three beaded necklaces and wedge in two large jewels for earrings. The snow might not be his thing, but Penelope Garcia certainly was. His god given solace, his compass, his ray of sunshine, his queen, his literal angel on earth.

They’d danced around it for so many years— each of them always with someone else or not ready to commit. The shameless flirting became their thing, something they just did that no one questioned. It became so routine that he missed the moment that their philia became eros. He couldn’t even call it falling, because with falling, there’s always a collision. Loving Penelope was floating—buoyant, ebullient, liberating.

When he’d finally pressed his mouth to hers that first time— really kissed her—after a horrific case that he almost didn’t come back from, he was worried that maybe he’d been too late. They’d said I love you so many times before, but he’d never said I’m in love with you, it’s only you, I’m ready for you, it’s never felt like this, you’re the sun and the moon and the stars all at once.

But then she’d kissed him back, and he hadn’t been too late, and she was with him. And everything and nothing changed. It was still all flirting, but this time they could back it up. And he really, really loved backing it up with Penelope Garcia.

She caught his eye and quirked a brow and brought him back to himself. He grinned and held his hands out at his creation, and she inspected it with a nod of approval. He could see that the basket was almost empty, but there were a few more items left. She pulled out three ornate gold buttons, pressing them firmly to the torso. “And the finishing touch for our snow diva.” Derek laughed when she placed the teal, feathered hat at a slight angle on top.

“She’s pretty incredible.” He tucked her under his arm and hugged her close. “Like someone else I know.”

Her arms snaked around his waist. “Mmmhmm. And don’t you forget it.”

“I could never.” He pressed a kiss to her temple. “But your hour is up, sweetness.”

“We have to get some pictures with her first,” she said, pulling out her phone. When he groaned, she continued, “And then, we’ll go inside, and I’ll help you get all—” kiss, “warmed—” kiss, “up.” She whispered the last bit against his mouth and gave him a sweet, sultry smile.

“I like the sound of that.” He tried to kiss her again, but she laughed and pushed him off, gesturing toward their snow woman.

“I’m sure you do, my love.” It was funny the way his heart still soared when she called him that, even though he’d heard it a thousand times. “Now, give her a kiss.” He sighed, but leaned down to pucker up next to their creation. He heard the shutter sound and stayed still for two more, well practiced in the art of posing for Penelope’s pictures. “Perfect!”

He held his hand out to her. She laced their gloved fingers together, and he tugged her forward, catching her when she toppled into him. Brown eyes met brown eyes, and then he watched as a snowflake fell onto her nose. He grabbed her phone, quickly opening the camera and snapping a picture before it melted. “Mmm, that’s a perfect photo.” He pressed a kiss onto the tip of her nose, right over the top of the snowflake. “Now, let’s go inside so I can kiss my real diva.”

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some snow diva inspiration x x x

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[homoose]

To Rip or Not to Rip?

Summary: Tara and reader exchange their Christmas Eve cheat gifts. Based on the prompt: You just rip the paper right off?! You heathen. / You save the paper? Nerd.

Pairing: Tara Lewis x gn!reader

Category: fluff

Warnings/Includes: some innuendo, but other than that none!

Word count: 1,030

a/n: A Very Moosey Ficmas Day 4! I have wanted to write for Tara for such a long time. A true queen.

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Tara sipped lazily at her snifter of scotch, watching as you leaned forward in front of the tree, elbows on the ground and ass jutting out, searching for the perfect Christmas Eve cheat gift.

“Is this view my gift?” she asked, and you let out a chuckle. “Because I’m very into it.”

“Oh don’t you worry, I’m going to be all wrapped up in a nice little bow for you later,” you promised. “But no, I’m looking for something specific. I just can’t find— hang on— here it is.”

You slipped out from under the tree, rocking back onto your heels before turning around and crawling to press a kiss to Tara’s knee. You set the gift in her lap, and then sat back and crossed your legs, pulling the wrapped box she’d set out for you into your own lap. “Me first.”

Tara laughed. “Of course, darling.”

She had wrapped the box meticulously; the corners were perfectly folded, there were no noticeable creases, and the tape was barely visible. You almost felt bad tearing into it. Almost.

Your nails dug into the paper, the loud ripping sound bouncing around the cozy living room. Tara stared in faux shock. “So you’re really just gonna rip the paper right off, huh? Heathen.”

“What are you, one of those Christmas paper savers?” You paused and rolled your eyes at Tara’s pursed lips. “Oh my god, you totally are, you absolute dork.”

Tara shifted the liquid in her glass. “You love it.”

You resumed your ripping. “That I do, doctor.” Finally rid of the pesky paper, you fumbled with the box for a few seconds before realizing that Tara had taped the sides of that, too. “Oh for fuck’s sake, T.”

Tara set her glass on the coffee table. “Do you need some help?” she teased.

You popped one of the pieces of tape and huffed out a breath. “What I need is for my girlfriend to stop wrapping presents like they’re Fort Knox.”

Tara leaned forward with her elbows on her knees, studying your face carefully as you lifted the tissue paper from around the gift cradled inside the box. Your eyes went wide, your hands carefully pulling a set of small bowls out of the box. The bowls were made of clear resin, which was layered with arrangements of familiar flowers. “Are these…?”

“I saved one from each of the bouquets,” Tara confirmed. For the last year, Tara had taken to bringing you a bouquet on Sunday mornings. Nothing overly fancy— sometimes roses, sometimes lilies, sometimes just a single daisy. “Penelope helped with the resin.”

Tears pricked the corners of your eyes as you ran your fingers over the bowls. You’d never been one for flowers until Tara. But then, it was never really about the flowers. It was the messages she left with each bouquet.

Amaryllis— because you’re the most beautiful person I know, inside and out.

Hyacinth— because you keep me on my toes.

Hydrangea— because I’m so grateful to have you.

Sunflower— because I absolutely adore you.

You set the bowls on the coffee table and rose up on your knees, bringing your hands up to cradle Tara’s face. “I am so, so, so in love with you.” You leaned forward to press your mouths together, sighing into the softness of her lips and the warmth of her love. She cupped a hand under your chin to change the angle, deepening the kiss and pulling you just that little bit closer.

You pulled back from her mouth and dropped a kiss on her nose. She smiled softly at you as you settled back onto the floor in front of her. “Okay, your turn.”

“This better not be a pair of those shorts with the ruching on the ass crack,” Tara warned, delicately sliding her finger underneath the edge of the paper.

“This one isn’t,” you assured her. You huffed out a laugh. “Oh my god, just rip it. My wrapping is horrific anyway.”

She gave you a look. “I like to take my time. Enjoy it.” You could feel your cheeks heating up as you watched her deft fingers carefully dismantling the wrapping. She smiled a little at your quiet hum, setting the paper neatly aside and running her fingers over the front of the book in her lap.

It was a leather bound book, about an inch thick, the word Recipes hand lettered in gold ink across the front. Tara opened the cover and looked over the table of contents, realization slowly dawning on her face.

“Your dad helped me out. It took a couple of FaceTime dates to help him figure out how to make the photocopies,” you laughed, a little nervous. The shock on her face was transparent, and you hoped you hadn’t overstepped on your first Christmas together.

There were dozens of recipes listed: Grandma T’s sweet potato pie; Thelma’s black eyed peas; Albert’s rib and roast sauce... Tara turned to the page for Robin’s macaroni and cheese, and her eyes drifted across the page. She traced along the curves of her mother’s handwriting. She looked at you then, eyes wet but mouth turned up in the sweetest smile. “C’mere.”

You shifted back up onto your knees, and Tara pulled you into a tight hug. She tucked her head over your shoulder and sighed into your hair. You rubbed your hands across her back and pressed a kiss to the side of her neck.

“I love you,” Tara mumbled into your shoulder. “So much.”

“I love you, too.” You squeezed her extra tight. “Merry Christmas, Tara.”

“Merry Christmas, Y/N.” She released you from the hug and quickly swiped underneath her eyes. She cleared her throat. “So, are the shorts for you or for me?”

You threw your head back in a loud laugh before crawling back over to the tree, only exaggerating the swing of your hips a little bit. “Well, you’ve got the better ass, but…” You looked over your shoulder as you retrieved the sloppily wrapped gift.

Tara leaned back and tilted her head, eyes on the other ass in question. “I strongly disagree.”

You gave her one more wiggle for good measure, and then tossed her the package. “I guess we can open one more tonight.”

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Permanent tags: @andiebeaword @averyhotchner @pinkdiamond1016 @shadyladyperfection @coffeeandendlesswords @justanothetfangirl @no-honey-no @ajeff855 @sapphic-prentiss @eevee0722 @rexorangecouny​ @rainsong01​ @goldentournesol

Series tags: @wastingborrowedtime​ @90spumkin​

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hi! a very moosey ficmas starts tomorrow

❤️💚🎄🎅🏼🤶🏼🎁💚❤️

they are all ~1k ficlets, around 5 min read time. all are CM fics, but there are lots of different pairings.

I’ll be tagging my perm tag list, but since I’ve only written Spencer centric fics thus far, if you’re not interested in these, just shoot me a message and lmk ♥️

if you’d like to be added to just the AVMF tag list, I can do that for you as well 🥰

[homoose]

if I gave u a choice, which would you want to see first?

Emily x gn!reader

Tara x gn!reader

to be clear, you’re getting them both this week 😉

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click here to read on ao3!

click here to read request guidelines!

click here for the masterlist for a very moosey ficmas 🎄

click here for the masterlist of 1k 💎celebration blurbs

click here for the masterlist of 2k 🍾 celebration fics

gn!reader when specified

♤ indicates smut (18+, minors DNI)

Spencer Reid x Reader

🌲Series

Teach Me Something I Don’t Know (professor!Spencer & kinder teacher!reader - complete)

Love Has a Learning Curve (sequel to TMSIDK - complete)

Enter With Abandon (fem!reader accidentally orders too many meal kit boxes & Spencer takes one off her hands - WIP!)

Quick Learner, Slow Lover ♤ (40yovirgin!Spencer AU - WIP!)

🪴One-Shots

Atlas (three times Spencer needed support & one time he gave it) 

Weird is Good (TMSIDK verse - prof!Spencer & kinder teacher!reader in quarantine)

Happy Birthday, Genius (it’s Spencers 39th bday, that’s it, that’s the fic)

Through the Smoke (a rewrite of 13x22/14x01 substituting fem!reader for Garcia)

Hype Man (fem!reader struggles with her body image & Spencer is a sweet n horny boi)

Mission Accomplished ♤ (horny boi Spencer shows fem!reader just how much he loves her body)

Lighthouse (TMSIDK verse Spencer & reader go to her parents’ for thanksgiving)

Make a Memory ♤ (TMSIDK verse Spencer & reader make a new memory in her childhood bedroom)

Breaking the Seal (fem!reader tries a menstrual cup for the first time & it doesn’t go well. Spencer is a helpful bf)

Tie It Back ♤ (literally just the season five hair tie thing. gn!reader)

Cooking Up Some Magic (EWA verse Spencer helps reader make a holiday dessert)

Deck the Halls (Spencer is in the hospital over the holidays & gn!reader decorates his room)

All Cheered Out (Spencer is real tired of his neighbor’s christmas music; fem!reader)

Holiday Cliché (Spencer and fem!BAU!reader make some confessions at Penelope’s christmas party)

I’m Glad It’s You (Spencer thinks gn!reader gave him a lame re-gift; that is not the case)

The First of Many (TMSIDK Spencer & reader head back to NC for Christmas)

Only the Best for Jeremy (TMSIDK verse reader meets Jeremy the fish)

You Know Better ♤ (TMSIDK verse reader is tired of waiting)

34 + 35 - 1 ♤ (fem!reader has been listening to a certain song... a lot & misunderstandings and orgasms abound)

Love Like This ♤ (Spencer is jealous of TMSIDK verse reader’s high school bf & they work it out over the back of a truck)

The Interesting Electronic ♤ (or 3 times TMSIDK verse reader uses the interesting device Spencer found in her bedside drawer)

A Timely Reminder ♤ (TMSIDK verse reader visits Spencer at the university and helps him fulfill a fantasy)

Wishes Do Come True ♤ (TMSIDK verse reader and Spencer in the truck; part two)

A Little Messy ♤ (or Spencer told off Owen and TMSIDK verse reader found a fun way to say thank you)

Emily Prentiss x Reader

We Don’t Have to Pretend (literally just the snowed-in-at-the-airport trope w/ Emily and gn!rheader)

Tara Lewis x Reader

To Rip or Not to Rip? (Tara and gn!reader open their Christmas Eve cheat gifts)

Aaron Hotchner x Reader

All I Want for Christmas (Jack’s wish to Santa is for his dad to get together with fem!reader)

Penelope Garcia x Derek Morgan

Merry Christmas, Baby Girl (Penelope and Derek build a snow person)

God Given Solace Re-Write (self explanatory!)

Penelope Garcia x Luke Alvez

Enjoy It While It Lasts (Penelope and Luke wear the same dorky sweater to Rossi’s annual holiday party)

BAU/Gen 

Winning is a Habit (the BAU is on a case & Spencer thinks he sees something familiar)

Santa’s Working On It (literally just santa!Rossi with the BAU kids)

[homoose]

moose’s year in review

(this took me FOREVER i’m so sorry also it got so long so it’s under a cut)

@softyreid​ @idmakeitbehave​ @summerygubler​ @goldentournesol​ @reidscanehand​ @feverdreamreid​ @specialagentsergio​ @zhuzhubii​ @writing-in-april​ @moon-light-jukebox​ @90spumkin​ @gubetube​ tagged me as one of their favorite creators (OMG THIS IS INSANE I LOVE YOU ALL!!!)

first creation + most recent creation of 2020

first creation: Winning is a Habit!

most recent creation: Only the Best for Jeremy (sfw) and You Know Better (nsfw)

one of your favorite creations from 2020

Lighthouse, that’s it, end of story. that story is like all of the things i ever wanted for Spencer Reid all rolled into one fic. it was a BEAST to write but it is one of my favorite things i’ve written ever and objectively I also think it’s just a good piece of writing.

a creation you’re really proud of

Hype Man (mostly sfw), hands down. MANY people have told me that this fic helped them through a bad body image day/made them feel really good about themselves, and man if that isn’t the BEST feeling as a writer!!!!!

a new style you tried this year & a fic that uses it

ok Tie It Back (nsfw) is a very simple, beautiful, flowery, nondescript style of writing that I’d never written in before and i love it!!!!!!

a creation that took you forever

okay, so none of the individual stories took that long to write, but a very moosey ficmas was such an undertaking and collectively took me like two weeks to write

your creation from 2020 that received the most notes

Mission Accomplished (nsfw) has 751 notes!!!!!!!! jfc wow y’all some hornee benches

Weird is Good (sfw) has 730 notes and started off arguably the biggest writing project I’ve ever done and wow i’m just real grateful

a creation you think deserved more notes

To Rip or Not to Rip only has 69 (lol) notes and I know it’s because Tara doesn’t have a super wide fic audience but it’s the first fic i wrote for ficmas and i LOVE it because it is so domestic and i think I wrote Tara pretty well and also she’s a queen and I love her

a new fandom you joined & a creation you made for it

criminal minds is the only fandom i’m in!!!!!! all my creations are cm fics :)

a creation you made that breaks your heart

the latest chapter of TMSIDK really broke me tbh

a ‘simple’ creation that you really love

Santa’s Working On It is only 582 words but it is filled with so much love and I think that last paragraph is really something

a creation that was inspired by another one

Through the Smoke was inspired by the episodes it’s set in, but I don’t think i’ve written anything inspired by another fic yet

a favorite creation created by someone else

ugh SO MANY just go to my rec tag but if I had to pick my favorites:

the whole damn masterlist by @spacedikut​ because i’m not kidding i go back and read all of them like.... all the time (start with spooky scary skeletons maybe bc it’s one of my faves)

Serendipity by @idmakeitbehave​ because it is just so so so good. so soft and so magical wow yes.

The Statistical Probability of Falling in Love by @reidscanehand​ because it’s just so well-written, such an excellent characterization of spencer, and just give me all the fics of spencer being loved and appreciated just for bein himself

Be Careful What You Wish For by @goldentournesol​ because wow yes love the concept of reliving what you thought you wanted in a dream sequence and then realizing you don’t actually want that bc you love your life!!!!!

Illustrated Man by @definitelynotkatesblog​ because I seriously cried reading this it is absolutely one of the best things I’ve read on this site

Serendipity by @halloweenhoneylover​ because it is straight up one of the best characterizations of spencer I’ve ever read

Love My Way by @ssahoodrathotchner because soft hotch rights

some of your favorite content creators from the year

god SO MANY and I know I’m going to forget someone but other than the seven people i just mentioned: @joodeduarte (GORG gifs) @zhuzhubii @criminalmindzjunkie @andiebeaword @brywrites @90spumkin @specialagentsergio @sleepyreid @softyreid @moon-light-jukebox @writing-in-april @gubetube @squiggledrop @feverdreamreid @summerygubler @spencersblog

& for good measure, a couple more creations of yours that you love

Atlas (my first Spencer fic that still holds a place in my heart); Breaking the Seal (it’s just so domestic i love); Enter with Abandon (not! abandoned just trying to finish TMSIDK first); We Don’t Have to Pretend (EMILY!); Merry Christmas, Baby Girl (bc MORCIA); Enjoy It While It Lasts (bc GARVEZ); All I Want for Christmas (bc Aaron Hotchner is my soft boi)

tagging: i’m pretty sure most of y’all have already been tagged, but anyone mentioned that hasn’t done it yet!!!!!!!!!

[homoose]

Ok this could be a really dumb question I’m just super immature and wanted other thoughts on it lmao

I had an entire (like ENTIRE) fic planned but when I started writing it it took a totally different course. Which is so fine, like, writing is writing and storytelling is however you make it etc etc

I’m just annoyed? (that’s probably not the right word just bear with me) bc it ended up being super short? and I know in my head the fic I had planned would’ve been much longer. And as a ‘consumer’ aka someone who does read fics too, I know I love when the story isn’t just a couple hundred words long. I’m not at all saying I need 10k+ on every fic I read, but idk man.

I do like the story that I’m telling I just wish it were longer. And I feel like if I flesh it out it’ll ruin it?

So TL;DR is 1. Do you have any tips on getting more words out when writing a story? And 2. Any tips for feeling less insecure and potentially scrutinized for the stuff you’re/I’m writing?

Hope you have a good daayyy

hi babe! first of all, proud of you for taking an idea and turning it into a story!!!!!! that’s amazing in itself

in terms of making things longer, most of the time I struggle to make them longer so I honestly don’t have any advice here!!! as a reader, I actually.... like when things are short? my ADHD means I have a very short attention span, and sometimes a short fic just really hits the spot. I’d say on average my fics and chapters are a couple thousand words, but my very moosey ficmas fics were almost all under 2k and I think they were still really rich, full-bodied stories.

I really don’t think that length matters, as long as you’ve told the story you wanted to tell. but I definitely understand the frustration of having the story not turn out the way you wanted!

1. my advice would be (and I feel like I say this all the time but) make sure you like the story and will want to read it again. if you write for yourself then it doesn’t really matter what anyone else thinks!

2. don’t force it. if the story is done, then it’s done!

3. sit on it for a while. most of my fics sit for AT LEAST two days before I even think about posting them. and in that time, I’ll usually think of at least three more things I want to include.

4. if anyone comes for you/scrutinizes your writing, @ me in the comments so I can fight them 😡

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hi, i hope you’re having an amazing day! i am absolutely in love with your writing, so i was going through your masterlist to read everything again, and i noticed (i don’t know if it is there and i really can’t see) but is “the first of many” not listed in your masterlist?

hi oh man thank you babe!!!!!!!!!

okay so it’s listed on the masterlist, but only under the very moosey ficmas masterlist! I forgot to pull it out and list separately, so thanks for pointing that out!!!! I’ll make that change today ☺️

I also put it on the TMSIDK chronological timeline