#and Penelope is watching this all happen like 'aw my sweet little idiots'

[sideblogforcrimpy-plus]

Been reading a bunch of thrillers recently and what if cm fic with Penny as the main character just experiencing as much of that as my angst adverse heart can take? More on this when my brain allows it

[harmonizingsunsets]

It might be foolish, but you got me all soft

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Kate's nose crinkles as she watches Penelope and Colin. Their feet dance with one another underneath the table. He leans over, whispering something in her ear that makes her giggle. Their smiles are brighter than the fluorescent lights of the coffee shop. Watching them is almost blinding.

"You guys are so cute," Kate observes with puckered lips. "I hate that."

Penelope turns to Kate with a bemused expression. "No, you don't. You love us."

"Love isn't the word coming to mind. Nauseated is more like it."

"Kate, everyone finds us adorable," Colin insists, wrapping an arm around Penelope. "It's not a matter of opinion. It's just a fact."

"I'm happy for you two. Honestly, I am. But you're acting so lovey-dovey and sweet that it makes my teeth ache," Kate jokes, picking up her coffee for a sip.

"If we make your teeth ache, then you and Anthony cause cavities," Colin mutters.

Kate chokes a little on her mocha, causing a few patrons to give her odd looks.

"Excuse me?"

"Colin, we talked about this," Penelope says through gritted teeth, shooting him a disapproving look.

"No, you talked about how we weren't supposed to say anything because they're both so jumpy about it, but I disagreed," Colin protests. "Someone needs to open their eyes."

"Hello, I'm still right in front of you," Kate says, waving her hands at them. "Open my eyes to what?"

Colin and Penelope argue with their eyes for a few moments before Penelope cracks, nodding. Colin turns to Kate with a sly grin.

"That you're in love with my brother."

It was a good thing she wasn't drinking that time, or she'd have to spit her coffee all over them. Although, perhaps a spritz of hot coffee would wipe the amusement off of Colin's face.

Kate feels her cheeks heat. She opens her mouth, but only incomprehensible protesting sounds come out.

"It's nothing to be embarrassed about," Colin says, his smile turning softer. "He loves you too."

"That is not true," Kate insists, standing up straighter in her chair. "I don't love him, and he certainly doesn't love me. Right, Penelope?"

When Kate turns to Penelope, the friend she usually can rely on for back-up is instead chewing her lower lip.

"Well...."

"Pen!"

"I'm sorry, but Kate, Colin's right," Penelope says, the words rushing out guiltily. "I write romance books for a living. I know the enemies to lovers trope very well, and you two embody it."

"That's ridiculous!" Kate exclaims, her heart beginning to hammer in her chest. "We drive each other crazy. I mean, we've become better friends over the past few months—but it's not like that."

Penelope tilts her head. "Would it be so bad if it was?"

"Yes!"

"Why?"

A hundred reasons that Kate could never utter go through her mind. She wants to say, "Anthony dates pop singers and models, and I can't live up to that." Or she could confess, "When he looks at me a beat too long, I feel like I could combust from the weight of it." Most of all, Kate wants to say, "If I let myself love him, I know that I'll never be able to stop."

But she can't tell them any of that. Kate had been just fine about the prospect of being alone. She's satisfied with her career, family, and friends. But if she admits that she loves him, then she'll never be content with any life that doesn't include him in it.

No matter what Colin and Penelope think, Anthony doesn't love her. He can't. Letting herself hope that he does is too dangerous. It scares her more than any thunderstorm she's ever endured.

"I have to go," Kate murmurs, standing up numbly from the table.

"Kate, wait," Colin says, grabbing onto her arm. He looks apologetic, and it's impossible to be upset when looking into his puppy dog eyes. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have brought it up."

"It's fine," Kate insists with a thin smile, tugging her arm away from his grasp. "I got to go. Have a nice evening."

As she walks out of the coffee shop, she hears a cheesy pop tune about love play on their radio.

The lyrics inspire Anthony's face to surface in her mind.

Kate groans, knowing she's in deep trouble.

That night, she couldn't sleep. She tossed and turned in her bed but couldn't stop hearing Anthony's teasing voice in her head.

In a huff, Kate gets out of bed and quickly puts on her clothes. She debates whether to reapply makeup but decides against it. No one else will see her where she was going.

Luckily, she's friends with the security guard, who let her inside the building that turned off the lights twenty minutes prior. She thanks him and hastily goes to her office, turning on the light and booting up the computer at her desk.

If she wasn't going to sleep, she might as well get some work done.

For a while, all that she hears is the sound of her keys as she typed and the soft hum of music she'd put on to work.

She thought she'd be safe listening to music without lyrics. But Anthony creeps into every note, every chord, and every song.

Just as Kate lowers her head to beat it against the table in frustration, a knock on her door causes her body to jolt upright.

She stands from her chair slowly, walking to the door with caution. No one else would be here this late, so she fears what was on the other side of the door. But if someone was there to hurt her, why would they bother knocking on an unlocked door?

When Kate turns the knob, she sees the face of the man who's been haunting her thoughts for the past few hours (longer than that, if she was honest with herself).

"Hey, what are you doing here so late?" Anthony asks.

"Um, working."

Anthony scans her with curiosity. "On a Sunday?"

"So are you," she points out, crossing her arms.

He holds up a black leather journal. "Actually, I just came by the office for my phone book."

"You have a phone book? Anthony, there's a reason for that contact list on your phone."

"I like writing it down," he defends, looking affronted.

"But you can't add emojis, which adds personality to someone's contact." Kate pulls out her phone and holds out the contacts for him to see. "Edwina has two pink hearts, Penelope has a book, Benedict has an easel, and you have a fire emoji."

"Why do I have a fire emoji?"

"Because you make me want to set things on fire, of course."

Anthony smirks. "Well, next time we play that 'who's most likely to' game in the office, I'll be sure to put you down for becoming an arsonist."

Kate smiles at him, and they fall into one of those moments that's becoming more frequent between them—ones where his body seems to close, and his eyes gleam with something she can't name but feels a kindred sensation within her heart.

Kate takes a step back from him. "Why did you need your phone book so late, anyway?"

Anthony itches behind his ear. Kate frowns, as it's a nervous tick she's never seen from him before. Anthony, like fire, was all-consuming. His feelings were as hot as flames and easy to detect. But now, he looks more guarded, his eyebrows scrunched and his posture squirmish.

"Anthony?" she asks again.

Anthony takes a deep breath. "Well, I actually needed it to call you."

"Me?"

"Yeah. My phone hasn't been working since I went out on the boat with Simon. The bloody idiot knocked it onto the water," he grumbles. "I got a new phone and need to add my contacts back on, which is why I'm lucky I have this phone book which you mocked me for having."

Kate rolls her eyes. "What did you need to call me about?"

"Well, I know we had a rocky start to our relationship—."

"Because you hit on my sister?" she asks, arching her brow.

"I did not hit on her. I merely danced with her at the Christmas party," Anthony corrects with an exasperated sigh. "How many times are we going to argue about this?"

"Until you admit I'm right."

"It'll take a long time for that to happen."

"I've got plenty of time to spend with you."

As soon as those words are out, that heat radiating from Anthony's fire feels warmer. It's as if more time with her is exactly what he wants.

But Kate doesn't let those thoughts get far. She squashes them before they can take root in her mind.

"Continue," Kate tells him.

"Yes, well, as I was saying, we didn't start on the right foot. But, over these past few months, I feel like we've become friends." He looks at her with a hesitant kind of hope. "We have, haven't we?"

Kate smiles. "Yes, we have."

"So, I thought as my friend. You'd like to come with me to this."

Anthony draws two tickets from his pocket and holds one out to her. Kate takes it from in, and her eyes widen as she reads what's on the paper.

"The Vitamin String Quartet?"

"I know you listen to them to relax. I saw that they were touring and coming to London, so I thought that—." His words suddenly halt, tilting his head at her curiously. "What?"

Kate blinks in confusion. "What do you mean 'what?'"

Anthony points at her face. "You were looking at me all funny."

"I was not!"

"Yes, you were! You were looking at me like this."

Anthony imitates a soft-looking expression, gazing at her with an affectionate smile. Kate, in horror, realizes she had been looking at him like that.

"Shut up," Kate scoffs, nudging his arm and hoping it distracts from the blush on her face. "Like I'd ever look at you like that."

"If you're going to be mean, I won't give you the ticket."

He reaches over, but she pulls her hand back.

"Fine, I'm sorry," Kate says, looking down at the ticket in awe. "This is really nice of you."

"So, you'll go with me?"

"Of course I will," she nods, beaming in excitement.

Anthony releases a breath. "Good."

He begins to back out of her office, but she steps forward from her desk, grabbing his arm.

"Anthony?"

He turns. "Yes?"

Before she can second guess herself, she leans up, pressing a kiss to his cheek. When she pulls back, it takes a few seconds for his eyes to open, as if he thinks she's a figment of his imagination that will disappear.

"Thank you," Kate whispers.

Anthony nods, giving her a kind smile before leaving her office.

The music on her computer is still playing. Kate hears the gentle notes of a piano, cautious and optimistic-sounding.

The night had been amazing.

The quartet performed beautifully. They played orchestrational versions of pop songs, which makes Kate feel less guilty about listening to them.

She worried when Anthony said he'd never heard any of their music himself, that he wouldn't enjoy it. But when the concert started, she kept stealing glances out of the corner of her eyes. She saw him watching the players with a content expression.

However, the music didn't help her much with her newfound Anthony problem. When she closed her eyes, the violins sang his name. When his hand grazed hers on the armrest of the chair, the music swelled in tandem with her heart.

He was a song she couldn't get out of her head.

And the worst part was, it was a tune she didn't think she'd ever tire of hearing.

They bantered a bit about the weather while waiting for their Uber. Kate claimed the night was perfectly brisk, not enough to warrant a coat. Anthony, however, disagreed. He poked at the goosebumps on her arm as proof and insisted she take his jacket. She eventually relented, letting him drape his jacket over her shoulders.

When he looked away to wave at the car they'd been waiting for, Kate turned her nose to the jacket. She smelt the scent of amber, sandalwood, and something that was discernibly Anthony.

When they get into the back seat of the car, Anthony turns to her. "Can you believe that couple who sat in front of us?"

"I know! They were all over each other the whole night."

"Music is the food of love, but couldn't they have got the meal before the concert?"

"You'd think," Kate huffs, curling her fists further into his sleeves for warmth. She looks back at him, offering a smile. "I had a really nice time."

"I'm glad," Anthony nods. He swallows nervously, forcing himself to meet her eyes. When he does, Kate sees a raw vulnerability glistening in them. "I just wanted to make you happy."

She bumps her shoulder against his. "You do that by just being you."

Kate's words skim a cello string, creating a deep note that lingers in the air. Something flickers in Anthony's expression, his gaze steadying on her. Suddenly, it's harder for Kate to breathe.

"Look at us, acting like that couple," Kate jokes, trying to ease the tension. "The music must be getting to us too."

"Yeah, that's probably it," Anthony hums, moving a fraction closer to her. "Because right now, I feel this urge to put my arm around you."

Anthony gives in to the feeling, putting an arm around her back. Kate's breath hitches as his thumb rubs circles on her arm. Even through the material of Anthony's jacket, his fingertips send electric shocks to her skin.

"And I want to lean my head right here," she finds herself saying, resting her head on top of his shoulder.

"I want to tuck this strand of hair behind your ear.”

Kate feels his fingers skim against his cheek, gently moving a curl that had fallen into her face behind her ear. Her breath quickens, slowly turning her eyes up at him, and the look he's giving her is overwhelming.

"This is all so ridiculously stereotypical. You make me feel so—so..." Kate's words drift, unable to finish her sentence. Her tongue goes out to wet her lips that suddenly feel dry. "I hate it."

Anthony's index finger goes to her chin, tilting it up and off of his shoulder. "Do you hate this?"

He leans forward, kissing her so sweet and tenderly that she knows if she were standing, her foot would pop up like all of those delusionally romantic heroines in movies do when they kiss.

She gets lost in him. Her hands go up to cup his cheek as she deepens the kiss. Anthony's arm moves from her shoulders to her waist, pulling her flush against him. He swallows her gasp, and Kate hears a cacophony of melodies in her mind.

Kate doesn't know how long they stay wrapped in another's arms. It's only when the driver clears his throat that she realizes the car had come to a stop.

They jump apart, and Anthony gives the driver an uncomfortable nod. "Sorry, sir."

"It's alright," he says gruffly and mutters something about "just wait till you have kids, it won't be like this" as they get out of the car.

They stand awkwardly on the street for a few seconds. Kate looks around them. The vivid leaves of the trees stand out amongst the darkness of the night.

Kate remembers when she first met Anthony. It'd been fall, and the trees were bare with leaves littering the ground. It had felt fitting. Back then, her publishing company announced that they were joining one of their competitors. She had to work with Anthony, as they were both the top production editors of the separate companies. Like the leaves, it felt like everything was falling apart. Every smirk or retort of Anthony's felt like the leaves blowing chaotically in the wind.

But now, the trees were alive again, flooding with color. Kate's at the dawn of a new season with Anthony. It's something as inevitable as the change of weather but as everlasting as the stars above them.

No—stars eventually burn out. Kate thinks that whatever is between her and Anthony will continue to burn when all other flames dim.

"So, that happened," Kate says, breaking the silence.

Anthony takes a cautious step towards her. "Yeah, it did."

"I didn't hate it," she shrugs with a teasing tilt of her lips.

"Wow, what great appraisal. Can I list you as a reference for giving me such a raving review?"

"Excuse me, who else are you planning to apply with?"

"No one, I'm quite satisfied with my employment with you," he assures smugly, his hand going up to her cheek. "But, I'd like to have a slight promotion in my position."

Kate leans into his touch. "Oh really, what position do you want to fill?"

"Well, I think I've done everything that I can in the enemy job. I've enjoyed the friend's position. But, if the boyfriend position is available, I'd like to submit my candidacy."

Kate loops her arms around his neck. "Well, how about we check over your application one more time?"

"Where do you want me to start?" Anthony asks, pressing his lips to her temple. "My education?" he murmurs as he kisses her forehead. "My goals?" Kate sighs as his lips move to the corner of her mouth, and his hand curls around her waist. "My experience?" He kisses her again, and Kate feels his smirk against her lips. "Or, my skills?"

Kate pulls back with a smirk of her own. "How about what drew you to this position?"

His eyes gleam roguishly, looking at the lack of space between them. "This particular position?"

Kate tries her best to give him a stern look. "Anthony."

"You," he answers simply, resting his forehead against hers. "Everything about you."

Kate's unable to stop herself, chuckling softly. "Wow, that's incredibly sappy."

"But it's true."

She takes a deep breath, feeling content and peaceful in his arms. "Maybe being sappy isn't such a bad thing."

"No," Anthony agrees, the corner of his lips tilting up as he studies her intently. "I'm starting to think that it's not."

This time when Kate kisses him, she does it without a single reservation about cliches or stereotypes, or how she would roll her eyes if she saw the two of them on the street.

Kate's foot pops, and the song that's been stuck in her head gets set on an infinite loop.

[benedictscanvas]

just you and i - spencer reid x reader

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: this is a fluff fest without reprieve - read at own risk

A/N: I cannot stop writing fluff, I swear. Sorry all y’all angst lovers, but it just isn’t my scene. Here’s a super self-indulgent wedding fic since I’m not feeling my best and wanted to imagine a wedding with Spence where not everything goes to plan - in the best way. Enjoy loves! :)

---

It wasn’t that you were panicking. Not as such. You’d wanted to marry Spencer for a very long time, had been waiting for this moment for longer than you ever hoped you would have to because your jobs had postponed your own wedding no less than four times. But now, as you sat in your wedding dress alone and looked out the window, watching people arrive just hours from the big moment, your heart rate spiked.

It turned out there was a lot of people that you didn’t even know you’d invited that were showing up to celebrate. It was sweet of them to come...but it was also completely ridiculous and overwhelming when you had no idea so many people would be here.

Curse you for leaving most of your wedding planning to other people.

Your bridesmaids had left you to some alone time, Emily suggesting that it might be nice for you to have a moment alone to take in the magic of the day. It had been a sweet thought at the time, but now you were beginning to rethink it.

Without much thought, you dialled your favourite number and waited.

“Is everything alright?”

He answered on the first ring and sounded just as flustered as you felt. You supposed it wasn’t exactly normal to call your future husband on the morning of your wedding.

“Of course, sorry Spence, everything’s fine,” you breathed, quick to reassure him, and you heard his breath of relief with a twinge of guilt, “I- well I just-”

He heard the tone in your voice as clear as anything.

“I’m coming to find you.”

His voice was hushed, and you warranted that Derek was probably with him. He hung up quickly and you put the phone down, wondering whether this was a good idea. But you’d never been one for superstition and you knew that you were going to spend the rest of your life with the man you loved whether everything went well today or not.

Before you knew it, there was a knock on your door. He was only down the hall of the hotel after all. When you opened the door, you saw him with his hand over his eyes and you grinned, pulling him into your room before any of your bridesmaids could see and reprimand the two of you.

“I won’t look if you don’t want me to,” he said worriedly, still clamping his hand tightly over his eyes. You laughed, slowly pulling his hand away from his face and letting it fall limp by his side. His eyes were still screwed shut.

“Spencer,” you murmured softly, watching him with a smile that was as fond as it could be. He looked so pretty, “Would you please open your eyes for me? I’ve already looked at you and, damn I’m glad I have.”

He was grinning, just like you’d wanted.

“That’s not the superstition, the whole point is that the groom isn’t supposed to-“

“Baby,” you muttered, taking his face in your hands with all the tenderness you held for him, “Please?”

He opens his eyes and now he looks infinitely more pretty than he did before. His eyes sparkle as he looks at you with a love you never truly believed you’d find and winds his arms gently around your waist.

“You look beautiful, angel,” he whispers, only for you, his voice choked. You try to hold back your own tears as you kiss him, pulling him into you with fervour. When you pull away, you keep him close, temples pressed together as his lips graze your ear. You shiver.

“Why are we having a wedding, Spence?”

That probably came out wrong. His closeness is gone quickly and it’s all you can do not to clamp him back to your chest again. His eyes are wide and the fear within them is plain as day.

“What?”

“Oh god, sorry, that’s not how I meant that to come out...at all,” you struggled for the words, feeling all your earlier anxieties piling on top of you again, “I want to marry you more than anything in this world Spence, you know that, but why did we agree to have a wedding? And such a big one too!”

He was relaxed again, thank goodness. You decided you really needed to stop scaring him shitless on what was guaranteed to be the best day of your shared lives.

He considers your question properly before he answers. It seems he comes to the same conclusion that you do.

“Honestly? I don’t know. I think we got swept up in what everyone else wanted.”

“Right?” you agreed, “It’s like just because we have busy jobs means that we basically went along with what everyone suggested. We were so stupid!”

“So stupid!”

He laughed and you joined him in it. This was what you wanted for your wedding. Just you and Spencer. Simple. It was what you wanted for the entirety of your marriage.

“You know what I would’ve been happy with?” you ask, a playful smile on your face that he just can’t resist as you reach for him again, winding your arms up and around his neck while his encircle your waist with all the warmth in the world.

“What’s that?”

“You. Me. The conference room. Couple of strings of fairy lights.”

“That’s it?” he asked, still with that smile on his face that was formed of awe. Awe that all you really wanted was him, that all he really wanted was you. He would never get over it.

“And cake, of course, I’m not a monster,” you said with a giggle as you let your forehead fall forward onto his chest, “I just want to be your wife, Spence, and I didn’t imagine doing it with the entirety of Penelope’s contact list out there.”

“Did you see Kevin arrive?”

“Kevin’s here?” you asked indignantly, then with a sigh, “I’ve spoken to him twice in my life, I’m pretty sure.”

“Three times,” Spencer says, because of course he remembers and you swat him gently for correcting you, even though he knows you love it, “He’s even got a plus one.”

You buried your head as far into Spencer’s chest as you could manage with a loud grumble. He laughed at you softly before pressing a placating kiss to the top of your head, and another for good measure. Another just because he wanted to.

“You know who else is here?” you asked, picking your head up to look at him again (you missed his face), “That woman from the case in Dallas. You know, the one that Penny liked and jokingly invited to our wedding over the phone?”

“You’re kidding.”

“I watched her walk in a few minutes ago….with a plus one.”

“No way,” Spencer breathed and you nodded pointedly. You loved gossiping back and forth with him like this. It made you forget where you were, what you were wearing, how itchy the back of your dress was, “How many plus ones did Garcia give out?”

“By the looks of it, everyone got one. The plus ones have their own plus one for fuck’s sake!”

There was a pause as Spencer smiled at your outburst, until you were smiling back at him and soon you were kissing all over again. It didn’t take much. Your hands are in his hair, rooting themselves in the strands, as his splay themselves across your back and leave goosebumps in their wake. Every nerve ending is on fire and suddenly you know exactly what you’re going to do next.

You pull away from his suddenly, despite his silent protest as one hand comes up to cup your cheek and bring you back to him, eyes still closed. You stay firm, plant your hand on his chest until he opens his eyes to look at you. He still looks like he just wants to kiss you senseless.

“I have an idea,” you propose slowly, running your hand up his chest, to his neck and back down again, “Feel free to shut me down, though.”

He tilted his head, a grin worming its way onto his features.

“Shut you down? Never.”

---

You’d gathered up the team with whispered voices and hurried gestures. Sneaking around corners and insistent shushing when they tried to argue with you. Eventually, you had everyone gathered in one of the rooms of the hotel, a few floors above where you were set to get married.

“What the hell are you two doing?” Derek hissed at you, when you and Spencer stood in front of them all, hand in hand, just grinning, “You’re getting married in-” he checked his watch, “-just under 2 hours. Unless you’ve called it off?”

He only said it to rile you up but it worked. You grabbed hold of Spencer’s arm with your other hand and snuggled up to his side as you glared at Derek.

“Of course we haven’t, idiot,” you glowered, which only made him chuckle, “But we’re not getting married here.”

Penelope looked like she might be about to faint.

“What?!”

“I’m so sorry Pen,” you said sympathetically, “You’ve done such an amazing job with everything but...it’s not us, you know? There’s so many people here!”

“Yeah, all your friends!”

“The woman from Dallas?” you asked and she pressed her lips together.

“Okay, fair,” she said quickly, “But I just wanted two of my favourite people to have the best day ever full of the very best people ever!”

“And we will,” you insisted with a smile, “But just, not quite yet. We’ve got a plan first.”

“A plan?” Dave asked, looking exasperated, “You’ve not cared about the details of this wedding for months, but now you have a plan?”

You and Spencer looked at each other. Grinned.

“Pretty much, yeah,” Spencer said, breathless.

There was a collective groan from the whole team.

---

By the time Emily and JJ had been sent into the venue to retrieve every spare string of fairy lights they could, Derek and Hotch had hung them between the trees and Rossi had come around to the fact that he’d be delivering the wedding outside rather than inside, everything was perfect. Any sense of panic had vanished. You’d kissed Spencer goodbye half an hour ago, and now you were stood arm in arm with Hotch a little way from the clearing you’d found in the woods.

There were woods right next to your venue, it seemed. How perfect. And just out of view of all the guests that were now waiting impatiently. Despite how many horrible things you’d all seen happen in woodland areas over the years, it didn’t matter now. These woods were pristine and new and about to become yours forever.

“Ready?” Hotch asked you quietly, nudging you out of your trance. You beamed at him.

“You know how long I’ve been ready for this,” you chuckled, emotional already.

He had tears in his eyes too. The softie.

“Then let’s do this.”

You walked until you were in the makeshift aisle. And everyone who needed to be there, was there. Particularly? Spencer.

Right there at the end of the aisle. In the tuxedo you’d already seen him in, but with new tears in his eyes and a watery smile. You laughed despite yourself, already crying. You swore you wouldn’t. He laughed too. You even made a joke about pulling Hotch along with you, desperate to get to the end of the aisle, to which everyone laughed, JJ through some pretty loud sobs. You’d never have made that joke if this wasn’t just family.

An eternity later, you were facing Spencer, hands held tightly in his. Both crying. Everyone was now. Rossi had to compose himself before beginning his speech. You hardly heard it. You were looking at Spencer. All you wanted to do was look at him forever and ever.

Rossi hurried through everything he was going to say. He’d been promised he could do it properly when you made it to the actual ceremony, which you were still going to do, because you couldn’t fathom telling everyone in that hall that you wouldn’t be attending your own wedding because you’d rather not have all of them present for it.

When it came to the vows, you decided to come up with some on the spot, just for this little special version of your wedding. You could do the regular vows later. This mattered now.

“Doctor Spencer Reid, to use your full title,” you giggled as everyone laughed, and Spencer squeezed your hands with an elated grin. He still hadn’t stopped crying, “I didn’t know there was a feeling like this until you walked into my life. You quickly became my entire world, before we even started dating. I just adore you. All of you, every bit. I can’t wait to- to do the whole of life with you. I-I love you so much.”

The awkward phrasing of your last sentence was mostly due to the fact that you were quickly breaking down. Spencer was crying at your words, right there in front of you, so how were you supposed to do anything but cry with him. He wiped your tears with gentle, trembling hands.

“I love you so much,” he said shakily, clearing his throat to carry on, “There was a time, as you all know, when I definitely thought I was just one of those people who ends up alone.”

You sniffled at that, because it was one of the least favourite things that he tells you about sometimes.

“Spence,” you whispered, smiling sadly at him and he shook his head with a smile.

“What I’m trying to say, is that my world was black before you came into it. But none of that matters now. All that really matters is that this is actually happening, with our family around us, and the rest of our lives ahead. Having a soulmate, in the traditional sense, is a ridiculous thing to claim, but it’s ridiculous to me that someone like you truly and unconditionally loves someone like me, so maybe we all need a bit of ridiculous. You’re my soulmate, Y/N. I love you more than anything. Our life together will be…”

It was him who was choked up now, unable to finish his sentence. You could still hear JJ sobbing in the background, but now she was joined by Penny and Derek. Derek was a mess. Hotch was doing better, but only marginally.

“Perfect,” you muttered, taking his face in your hands, “Our life will be perfect.”

He swooped in quickly, tears still fresh on his cheeks, lips on yours and hands on your hips before you could register it. You pulled away quickly and shook your head at him with a laugh.

“Not yet Spence!” you cried, laughing along with Rossi beside you who could barely contain himself.

He looked a little put out. His hands were itching to grab you.

“Sorry,” he muttered lowly, like a scolded child and you placed your hand on his face to remind him. Just a few moments, my love.

It didn’t take long, but it felt like you were waiting a lifetime for Rossi to tell Spencer to kiss you, finally kiss you. He was worth the wait. Worth every wait. His arms tightening around you, he managed to lift you from the floor despite the weight of your dress, and you giggled against his lips.

“Wife,” Spencer mumbled. Breathless. Wonderfully breathless. You found your breath had left you too, especially when he said the word. You were his wife now.

“Husband,” you chuckled as he put you down gently and you tuned back into the world around you, the cheers and hollers from your BAU family, the now familiar sound of sobbing mixed with joyful laughter. You held Spencer’s hand as you turned to face them with watery smiles. Squeezed it in your own and received a tight squeeze in return.

This was what you wanted. Simple. Just you and Spencer. Forever.

(you eventually made it to your actual wedding, and did the ceremony all over again in front of everyone, even though you were already married. an extra secret between your family, and an extra moment too. you didn’t always get a lot of moments)

(besides, why marry the love of your life once when you could marry them twice?)

[there-must-be-a-lock]

wings & the way down - part 5

Derek Morgan x Spencer Reid

Word count: 1465

Warnings: One scraped knee, one cranky Spencer, and several mentions of homophobic high school bullying. 

Catch up right over here! 

Thursday, January 9

Of course they chose today, Spencer thinks bitterly, inspecting the damage to his bike chain. 

At least there wasn’t anybody around to see the fall; no sports practices on Thursday, and chess club ran late. There are only a couple cars left in the senior lot. 

So, yeah, no witnesses, but…god, that stings. No broken bones, but there’s plenty of broken skin, and the knees of his favorite jeans are shredded and bloodstained. 

His eyes feel hot and itchy, but there’s no way he’s going to cry, not here, not now. He has things to do. He can handle it. He’s fine. 

And in a few months, he can leave, and he’ll never have to see Charlie fucking Hankel ever again. 

Spencer grits his teeth as he gets gingerly to his feet. His knee throbs when he moves, and Spencer hisses at the pain, trying to bend down and pick up the bike without putting too much weight on it. 

Someone’s coming out of the school doors, and Spencer almost ducks his head and starts walking before he realizes it’s Emily. 

“Spence!” she calls. Just behind her, looking up from his phone as he hears her shout, is Derek. 

Of course. 

Emily winces sympathetically when she sees the damage, but she doesn’t look surprised. Derek, though, goes all wide-eyed when he realizes Spencer’s hurt; he half-jogs over. 

“Shit, you okay? What happened?” He reaches out and puts a hand on Spencer’s shoulder in a gesture that’s probably supposed to be comforting. Spencer shrugs it off. He’s standing close enough that Spencer can smell him, and that’s — 

Nope. Not gonna think about it. 

He looks down at his ratty Chucks so he doesn’t have to see the genuine concern in Derek’s eyes. 

“The usual?” Emily asks Spencer, which, duh. “Hey, wait, how do you guys know each other?” 

“We met in the park the other day,” Spencer mutters. 

Emily waits, one eyebrow raised, but he doesn’t volunteer any more information. She looks between the two of them shrewdly — Derek’s got his hands in his pockets, hunched a little like he’s anxious — and Spencer wonders what she sees. She’s gotten herself a reputation for being the rebellious, no-fucks-given type, but she’s a hell of a lot sharper than most people give her credit for. 

“Do you need a ride?” she asks, before the pause can get too awkward. “I gotta get home to my French tutor or my mom’ll shit bricks, but I could drop you somewhere on the way.”

“No worries, I’m fine. Don’t think my bike would fit.”

Emily drives a cherry-red convertible Bug that’s basically the same size as his bike. She also drives like an idiot. 

“Suit yourself,” she says, and waves at both of them as she goes. “See you Saturday, new kid!” 

“We’re working on a project together,” Derek tells Spencer, even though he didn’t ask. “Hey, I’ve got the truck, we can just throw your bike in the back and I’ll give you a lift.” 

“I’m okay.” 

He is. He will be. He can take care of himself just fine. 

“Your knee looks rough, man, you really shouldn’t walk on that.” 

Spencer stares at him. He’s about a second from screaming, he’s so done, and maybe some of that shows in his face, because Derek recoils slightly, hands raised in surrender. 

“Shit, sorry, I was just trying to help.”

Aaaand now Spencer’s an asshole. 

“Yeah, okay,” he sighs. “That’s — sure.” 

He walks (limps) his bike over to the truck he remembers seeing at the Morgan’s, Derek slowing his pace so that Spencer can keep up, which is infuriating. Derek lifts the bike into the bed of the truck like it weighs nothing. 

It’s not until they’re pulling out of the school lot that Spencer mumbles, “Sorry. Just been a rough week.” 

“Yeah? You wanna talk about it?” 

“Not really,” Spencer says, attempting a smile, but he’s never been very good at hiding his feelings — which is even more problematic than usual, right now, because he can’t stop staring at Derek’s profile as he drives, or the confident, capable way he shifts gears as the old truck wheezes onto the main road. 

“Fair enough.” 

The fact that he’s not pushing for answers makes Spencer feel like even more of a dick. 

“Turn up there, by the way,” Spencer tells him, and then, when the silence starts to stretch awkwardly, he asks, “How’s your first week going?” 

“Not bad. Met a couple cool people. Emily’s a badass.”

Spencer snorts. “Yeah. She really is.”  

“You guys hang out a lot?” 

“Not really,” Spencer says, because they don’t, at least not outside of school; he doesn’t really hang out with anyone. “We usually sat together at lunch, last semester, but we don’t have the same lunch period any more.” He doesn’t want to admit how much he misses that. Emily’s one of the few people who’s always been nice to him — other than JJ, which doesn’t count, because JJ is nice to everyone — and beyond that, she’s the only person who’s ever really stuck up for him. 

“Apparently we have a friend in common. She used to go to school with my girl Penelope, I guess, and we’re gonna all hang out this weekend. You wanna join?” 

He comes to a stop at a red light and shoots Spencer a sweet, easy grin, and Spencer just blinks at him for a second. 

“Why?” he blurts out. 

Derek laughs. “What do you mean, why?” 

“Why do you want to hang out with me?” Spencer sputters, and when Derek gives him a blank look, he gives an exasperated sigh. “You’re new. And you’re — I mean, you’re good-looking —” 

“Aw, shucks.” 

“— and you’re a jock and you’re cool. And you’ll have it easy, you’ll have friends, you’ll have girls falling all over you, but — not if you hang out with people like me and Emily.” 

He says quietly, “You two are the most genuine people I’ve met since I got here.” 

“Yeah? You know what genuine gets you around here?” Spencer snaps, before he can stop himself. “Messed-up bike chains and a whole lot of time shut in lockers. Not to mention —” 

“Wait, really? Somebody did that on purpose?” 

Spencer rolls his eyes and barrels on. “Emily gets by, because she’s loaded and she’s pretty and she knows how to fight back. But I — the second day of high school, when I was a freshman… this guy was making fun of my clothes, and he said, ‘What, are you gay or something?’ and I said yes. Because I didn’t know it was something you were supposed to hide, and —” 

“Oh,” Derek says quietly. 

“Yeah. And I’m not — I’m no good at hiding, and it wasn’t like I’d be cool anyway, it’s not like the kids who run things around here would be inviting me to parties even if that hadn’t happened, but it’s not —” Spencer is babbling, and he makes himself stop, take a breath, before he continues. “Just… trust me, okay? You could have it so easy.” 

Derek’s quiet for a long moment, and Spencer realizes they just missed the turn to get to his house. Maybe it’s better that Derek doesn’t pull up out front, though. He doesn’t know what kind of day his mom is having. 

“Turn right up here,” Spencer mutters. “You can just drop me at the end of the block.” 

Derek parks there without a word, and then he parks and gets out to help Spencer with his bike. Spencer goes to take the handlebars, but Derek doesn’t let go, at first. There’s a fierce, intense expression on his face that Spencer can’t quite read. 

“I’ve been one of the cool kids, and it’s not — I don’t care. That’s not me.” Spencer opens his mouth to argue, but Derek cuts him off angrily. “No. I’m sick of hiding shit, it doesn’t get you anywhere, and — fuck it. Just cause people think I look or act a certain way… I’m not interested in those people.” 

It’s Spencer’s turn to let out a soft, “Oh.” 

Derek sighs. He seems to shake himself out of it, and his voice is calm when he asks, “So how about it? Will you come over Saturday?” 

What the hell is Spencer supposed to say to that? 

“Yeah, okay,” he mumbles, and Derek gives him one of those disorientingly bright smiles as he steps back, releasing the bike. 

“Cool.” He gets back in the drivers seat as Spencer stands there, just watching, but before he closes the door he calls, “See you soon, pretty boy.” 

Spencer raises a hand in a wave before wheeling his bike around and starting to limp home. 

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[thequeenb]

Enemies With Benefits

Poppy x MC

This fic is inspired by @nerdy-twin post.

Warning: Smut

My, my did i heard right? My sources have been telling me all day about the hilarious fights between Queen Bee and our new starlet

Newbee proved to us since day one that she isn't one to be messed with but don't let her charms blind you. Yesterday Chlo-- i mean Poppy's dog got humiliated Infront of our eyes loves so grab your snacks because this is going to be a long semester isn't that right Bea?

Kisses, The T

Oh that's great. Another post from The T and everyone is looking at me again. Why do people care about this stupid blog anyways? Its so irrelevant and so--

"Oh my god Bea!!" Zoe runs up to me basically jumping from excitement

"Wow slow down what happened?" Seriously she can't even catch her breath

"Girl you are top 15 material now!!" she shoves her phone on my face and i gasp. Alright now i love this blog. Everyone around me whisper and after a moment i can hear cheers from every direction of the pathway

"Woooo B-E-A, B-E-A" they all chant my name and i bow laughing at my sweet victory, i cant wait to wipe Poppy's smirk off her face

Everything stops as i hear clapping behind my back, Aaaaand there she is. "Congratulations you managed to get pass the emo wannabes and the bimbos"

"Big words coming from a bitch like you" it feels like i am in a movie because everyone gasps not knowing how to react to that. Poppy stare at me long enough to kind of worry

"Listen here you ugly pathetic idiot--"

"That's not what you told me last night" i say kinda proud of myself and that's when basically everyone looks shocked. Zoe covers her giggles because she knows alllll about it and Miss Regina George over here have gone completely pink

"I would never not even in a million years touch someone as cheap as you, Chloe go fetch me a latte, ta ta garbage" and she walks away just like that

"Wow you really have an effect on her" Zoe comes behind me laughing and i roll my eyes brushing off another stupid fight

"Do you want to watch a movie and eat our feelings?"

"Girl you know me so well"

___

"Okay but do you want to watch Mean Girls, or the finale of Gossip girl?" I ask shuffling through Netflix

"Bea this school is the definition of Gossip girl and dont get me started on Mean girls, Poppy is--" And that's when we hear a knock on the door

"It must be Penelope i invited her" Zoe yells from the kitchen pouring us both a glass of wine

I walk to the door opening it wide and thats when i see my dear enemy

"What can i do for you?" I say smirking

"For starters buy better clothes, this shirt is hideous" she gestures at my Deadpool shirt, excuse me? How dare she?

"If i wanted to deal with your attitude i would have..oh wait yes you stalk me so you are always on my way"

"Agh can you just stop talking"

I roll my eyes so hard my brain hurts. What the school doesn't know is that we have our secret fights in the bedroom. Of course i was shocked as well but here i am kinda liking Poppy, gosh i probably hit rock bottom

"Goodnight boo" i smile slamming the door shut continuing my night drinking wine and gossiping with Zoe.

___

"I will see you after class, those new burritos are to die for" Zoe says as she kisses my cheek goodbye, i love this woman

I walk freely around the empty campus. One thing that i love about Mondays is that on third period i can just have five minutes to myself and collect my thoughts, that until i find my self pinned against a wall

"Never do that again" Poppy says pointing her finger to my chest

I gasp at the surprise and she looks amused, her and her little games "Do what exactly? Exist?"

She rolls her eyes but i can see how hard she is trying to hide her smile "No one slams the door at me Newbee" and she poke her finger once

"Oh please you are always being an asshole"

"Listen here, just because i let you kiss me once doesn't mean anything, you are still garbage to me and you will always be" and another poke

She tries to do it again but i grab her finger looking at her deep into her eyes

"No you listen Poppy, i am tired of your manipulative games, you are the most awful person i have ever met!" I am glad the campus is empty, if people were here they would probably record or take pictures for The T

"Oh please Hughes you play tough but you really aren't, maybe you were important back in pig town, but here? You are just another pawn" her glare is dangerous, her eyes on fire, our tension so thick you can feel it through your bones

So i did what every logical person would do, i lean in and i capture her lips before she can say anything else that will ruin the mood. At first she tries to deny and make a surprised sound but soon her tongue is dancing against mine.

I pin her against the wall taking a quick glance around to make sure we are alone. I should be in Miss Kingsley class right now but oh god am i distracted

She places her hands around my neck pulling me closer to her, didn't i tell you? She really likes me deep inside this cold heart of hers

"Am i tough now?" i ask, our lips so close, our breaths ghosting on eachother's faces. She swallows hard "Not enough"

And as these words escape her mouth i pin her hands above her head with my one hand effortlessly as my other travel from her waist down her thighs. Poppy always wears a mini skirt enough to ignite my fire

I dig my nails slightly into her flesh and ask once again "I said, am i tough now?"

Poppy moans against my mouth and i start kissing her neck, something that drives her crazy. She wont admit it, she never does but she knows well how much i turn her on and it annoys her

"Let me hear it" i say sucking at the sensitive spot underneath her ear

"Yes you are!" she says holding onto me tight like her life depends on it

My hand now goes beneath her skirt and my oh my do i make her excited. My fingers brush slightly against her underwear and thats when the bell rings, ugh cockblocker

We both immediately separate adjusting our clothes watching the campus slowly getting crowded. Poppy's cheeks are red and i can already imagine what she is thinking of. I smile to myself watching her walk away

And that's when my phone buzz, of course a notification from The T

Hello loves,

Another day another drama. My rising star is now top 10 material, i am proud of you girl but i wouldn't count on it because we all know Miss perfect always gets what she wants. I love drama and Hughes is providing me with the best one yet. Good luck, you will need it

Kisses, The T

I still cant believe what i am reading. Top 10?!! I am here almost two months and i have outsmarted most of Poppy's moves. I smile as Zoe approach me screaming

"I knew you had it in you!!" she hugs me tight spinning me around

"Suck it Poppy" i yell as students around us are cheering. It feels good knowing that people are on my side finally seeing who they are bowing to years now

Someone tugs my hand and as i turn around i see Chloe crossing her arms

"So you managed to reach top 10 i see"

"Oh do you want an autograph? Thats so sweet" i say smirking

"Poppy is waiting for you behind the field"

"And who says that i am going?" I practically laugh but her face remains the same

"Listen i dont have all day Channel is having--"

"Alright dog, good girl! You earned a treat" and like that i give her head a pat walking towards hell basically.

I am sure Pops is mad at me, maybe she likes me but she is serious when it comes to her reputation. I approach her enjoying how nervous she looks

"If you wanted a date we could have arranged it" i say sitting next to her

Her expression is cold and distant and i sigh defeated "okay what is it? Is it the fact that i am top-"

"That list isn't that important Hughes, i can drag you down to the bottom within seconds" Wow okay i get it thats not the reason you are grumpy

"Why did you asked your dog to fetch me?"

Poppy rolls her eyes clearly annoyed by every word i say. Again i sigh not knowing what to do exactly. Sometimes i like to take her in. The way her foot is jiggling, the way she flips her hair when she is awkward. Everything about her is so perfect when all the eyes are laid on her but when we are alone i see another version of her

"I hate how entitled you feel" she finally says standing up "since you got here the only thing that you want is to ruin me!"

I feel my blood boiling as i stand up to get on her level "Excuse me? You attacked me the first moment i laid my foot in here!"

"That's because you love to shove your nose where it doesn't belong!" she now takes a step closer, anger written all over her features

"Oh give me a break, you were always cruel, people just now start to realise it" i take a step closer as well trying to intimidate her

"I run this school Newbee, you like it or not so go back to your little town where you were important because here? You are nothing" she spats out coldly and all i can do is stare at her. Her mask now falls completely

I can see the worry in her eyes,regret. Her posture isn't radiating power, instead i can see how uncomfortable she is. Aw are emotions a new thing for her? How charming.

Without missing a beat i kiss her letting all this anger turn into passion. "I hate you" i say kissing her neck desperately trying to find an inch of bare skin to touch

"I hate you more" she tries to say but her voice trails off when my hand goes underneath her skirt. I smile between our kiss when i feel how wet she is

"Did our fight made you excited?" I ask teasingly

"More kissing less talking" she says capturing my lips into a passionate kiss. I push her against a wall as my hand connects with her center

"Oh Bea.." she whispers against my lips and thats when i increase the pace just to hear her moan. Only i can watch her like this, so vulnerable so real

With each stroke i can hear her shouting my name digging her nails onto my back. Finally her body shakes as she has a violent release and i hold her tight against me

I bring my fingers to my lips and i lick them clean locking eyes with her. For a moment all we can do is stare at eachother and i think we are both questioning what did we just do? I smile trying to reach for her hand but she pulls away

Great she turned on her bitchy mode. "I will see you tomorrow?"

"I will ruin your entire life Hughes!!" She yells while walking away. Well that wasn't what she was saying seconds ago, oh wait yes she was busy screaming my name

"And yes you will, now go fuck yourself!" She yells again and i flip her off smiling

Thats how the rest of the semester went down. Infront of the eyes of the school we hated eachother's guts but behind closed doors we did the craziest things in the bedroom. Overall i do hate Poppy Min-Sinclair but i have to admit, this woman knows her stuff, enough to wonder how many layers does she really has?

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[invisibleinorange]

Chapters: 4/? Fandom: Bridgerton Rating: T Warnings: Presumed Character Death, Suicidal Ideation  Relationships: Colin Bridgerton/Penelope Featherington,  Eloise Bridgerton/Penelope Featherington(besties),  Bridgerton Family Dynamics, Simon Hastings/Daphne Bridgerton Characters: Colin Bridgerton,  Penelope Featherington, Eloise Bridgerton, Anthony Featherington,  Benedict Bridgerton Additional Tags:  Bridgerton, Polin Summary:  Unexpected bad news arrives for the Bridgerton Family (and friends) regarding Colin's travels. This will be a series that is set after "The Duke and I" or season one of the show. It is a companion piece to "Goodbyes". (#I’mHereToKillYouAllWithFeels)

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Anthony and Benedict had expected a lot of different reactions from their younger sister, dead silence was not one of them.

They stood there though watching as she read the letter, complete and utter disbelief and confusion clear on her face.

Eloise Bridgerton was certain that Penelope Featherington told her everything.  Sure, Colin had always been nice to Penelope but so were the rest of her brothers.

If there had been something out of the ordinary, she would have picked up on it.  If one of her brothers was taking more notice or spending more time with her, she would certainly picked up on it.

Colin had barely broken off his engagement to Marina before he departed.  Why would he have been so concerned about Pen?

This whole thing felt ludicrous and the only rational explanation was that this was some cruel prank.  Sure, she knew that Penelope was incredible but her brothers were all idiots.   As much as she might have loved to have her best friend have become a sister, she’d never seen it as the remotest of possibilities.

Reading the letter, she felt almost guilty for having never given Penelope enough credit for being capable to grab the attention of one of her brothers.

After a long moment she raised a hand as if to tell her brothers to not even say a word.  She was going to get to the bottom of this.

“You had both better hope that I don’t have cause to leave Gregory my only brother when I return,” she muttered and then with was gone, leaving the safety of the drawing room toward the one person who could answer any of the questions she had.

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The reason Penelope Featherington could get away with more than most was because no one actually ever paid her much attention. No one cared what she did honestly and that was why it was so easy to keep herself shut away in her bedroom, convince herself that it would be so much easier for everyone involved if she just disappeared.

There were certain things that she had to get in order though.  She had forced herself to sneak in the night to allow Lady Whistledown to honor Colin but after that, she’d begun to get her affairs in order.

She had every intention of it being the last thing that she ever sent to print. She intended to have the secret die with her so that those she loved could at least keep some self-respect.

There were other letters that she had debated putting together too but somehow the words that were the most important were the most impossible to put together.  Her family wouldn’t even put on a show of missing her. The only person left who might actually miss her was Eloise.

She kept plenty of things from her over the years though and perhaps, it was for the best if she never knew.  

The saddest part of it all was that her mother never learned.  The necessary toxins were still easily accessible in the home.  Penelope had listened when Marina had detailed what all she’d consumed.  Surely, if that could nearly kill her if she doubled it, it would actually do the job. If it didn’t work, she was pretty sure she would just throw herself into the sea.

Her normally healthy pink skin was pale, her hands trembled as she wrapped her hand around the deceptively sweet smelling cup of tea. She raised it to her lips, prepared to take a sip.

Her plan was interrupted by the door opening with a slam.

The look on her face must have said it all because all 167.6 centimeters of Eloise Bridgerton came at her with a horrified force, knocking the cup out of her hands letting it shatter and spill against the floor.

“What do you think you’re doing?!” the brunette bellowed.

It was enough the send Penelope crumbling into the ground, curling into herself.  She was shattering and a part of her felt selfish for this all. She no longer had the strength to lie though.

“I want to join him,” she sobbed.

Eloise was completely taken aback but she still descended to her own knees, wrapping her arms around the red-head trying her to best to calm the storm.  She didn’t have to understand any of this to understand that there wasn’t a chance in Hell of her letting Penelope actually harm herself.

“You will not,” she ordered. “I won’t let you.”

“This is all my fault,” Penelope cried.

Eloise didn’t see a possible scenario where that could be true. The letter that her brother had written was still clearly imprinted in her mind along with the millions of questions that followed.

She was starting to think her brothers might have been right to share it.

A loud sigh escaped her lips and she forced her friend to look her in the face.

“My brother would not want this no matter what happened between the two of you,” she said resolutely, knowing that without a shadow a doubt.  

It was Penelope’s turn for confusion to show across her features.

“Nothing happened between me and your brother.”

Eloise couldn’t help but wonder if this was one of those situations where someone protested too much. Sure, she’d clearly missed something but her eyes were wide open now and she just wanted to know the truth.

“Then why did he write to you?” she couldn’t help but ask.

If Penelope could have turned paler in that moment, she was pretty sure that she would have.  Eloise wasn’t sure if she swooned, she’d have been able to keep her up right.

“He … wrote … me?” she asked.

Eloise nodded.

“Before he left,” she said. “It just doesn’t make sense to me because you’ve never given me any inclination that you had any passing fancy for any of my brothers and – I know I’ve been busy with my investigation but surely, I would have noticed something.  Surely, if you were this in love with my brother, you would have told me.”

She didn’t say it because it was of no relevance now that Colin was gone but she was a bit hurt with the thought that she wouldn’t have been told. As much as it might have been weird, there was no one she would have rather had become a sister. In many ways, she’d always felt as if they were sisters.

Her words shamed Penelope.

“I didn’t tell you because he wouldn’t have felt the same. I’m not like you and your sisters. I don’t have Lords and Dukes fighting over my hand. The only men who ever dance with me at balls do so out of pity.  Yes, I … believe I loved your brother but he never would have loved me. Maybe he didn’t marry Marina but there would be another next season or the next.”

Eloise’s loyalties were completely and utterly torn. Did she defend her brother’s character? Did she argue her best friend’s virtues?

“ You’re incredible, Pen.  Maybe the men and the Ton are idiots but that doesn’t change the fact you are one of the smartest, kindest and most loyal people that I’ve ever know. Even if I am furious at you for not telling me all of this, I’ll keep telling you as much.”

There was a pause, the folded letter retrieved from where she’d stashed it in her haste to get there to investigate.

She extended it toward her friend after a long moment of thought.

“I was going to say my brother was daft but apparently you both are when it comes to romance. I’m sorry that he’ll never be able to tell you as much himself.”

--

My Dear Pen, Everyone in my family has a bit of a label to them. I love them all dearly. It’s sometimes a big heavy trying to live up to their accomplishments. Being clever has always been my method of disguising my discomfort in my own skin at times. If you are reading this, I was a coward who couldn’t be man enough to utter the very words that have taken to plaguing my every waking hour. When I am with you, you disarm me.  I am in awe of you to the point that it terrifies me. I’m not completely sure that you recognize how magnificent you truly are. I know that you think that no one takes notice of you but I do.  You’re also my sister’s most beloved friend and as such I may have taken for granted the fact you would always be there. I know that I have acted beastly in recent weeks, throwing myself head first at an ill-fated engagement with little consideration for your own circumstances, ignoring you when you sought to warn me and taking our friendship for granted. I cannot apologize to you enough. I am completely and utterly undeserving of the repeated forgiveness you have bestowed upon me. I had hoped I might throw myself at you for your mercy once more. I know that you are facing bigger issues than my own selfish need of your company though. I understand now that this is why you spurned my request at the ball.  I was wounded when you took leave of me but struggle to find sleep, I knew just how foolish I might have been to think that you would even want to spend the night dancing and talking with a rake like me. You have always deserved the attention of a man not a boy. You deserve someone who would  put you above his own boyish whims. You deserve to be cherished always. By the time I return from Greece, someone else will have seen how magnificent you really are. Perhaps one day, I will grow into the man that you have always had faith that I could be and when I approach you won’t feel need to take leave of me. I will never be as good as Anthony or Benedict but if when we can meet again you so  much as deem me worthy of friendship, I will not take such opportunity for granted.

Your most humble friend, Colin

[reidology]

He Was A Skater Boy... (Chapter 2) (Hotch/Reid)

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner / Spencer Reid 

Summary: Spencer and Aaron finally meet and they make a deal. Oh how the cherry blossoms.

Words: 1,575

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8

Chapter 2: Something Wicked This Way Comes...

It was safe to say that reading at the skatepark was now part of Spencer’s routine. Most evenings he would get to the park and read his assigned philosophy readings on top of the halfpipe, then move on to his own books. When it became too dark, he would stop reading and watch the magnificent sunset. It never got old. Here he felt relaxed. Finally, Spencer had found a safe space other than his therapist’s office. Indeed, this place belonged only to him.

That was until one evening, when his new-found comfortable routine was wonderfully disrupted by the hottest guy he’d ever seen.

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Spencer’s nose was floating around the depths of a wondrous world of murder and mystery fabricated by Sir Arthur Conan-Doyle when it happened. The sun was setting, casting strange shadows around the park, he hadn’t noticed a particular large silhouette rolling his way. Not until he heard the sound of wheels barreling toward his serene perch did he look up, and oh he wished he hadn’t , because when he looked up he came face to face with none other than the guy-with-no-shoes from days earlier.

He stood on top of the opposite halfpipe, jumped down on his board and came towards Spencer. But when he got to him he didn’t stop, simply rolled back to the other side and did quite an impressive turn-flip-trick where he spun and brought the board to his hand. Is he trying to impress me? Because it’s working, thought Spencer. The dude landed with a flourish right next to him. Spencer looked up half in shock and half in awe (because that was pretty hot). He couldn’t stop looking at his face, it was so angular and gorgeous and the light framed his face perfectly, his dark hair falling into his eyes. The definition of tall, brooding, and handsome. He died a little when the guy nodded down at him and spoke, “Sup, do you like ice cream?”

His voice was so deep . That and the fact that he was towering over him was too much for his little genius brain compute. Quantum theory he could handle, helplessly attractive men brought his IQ down into the negatives.

And how could anyone expect him to be coherent when the guy looked like that , and not just his face but… everything, from the slope of his shoulders, to the curves of his triceps, to the way his lean frame dipped into very delicious-looking calves, and finally those infamous socked feet, still shoeless.  It was when Spencer had been eyeing this handsome stranger’s feet for a good ten seconds that he realized he’d been asked a question.

“Uhmm.. pardon?” Casual. Polite. Was he in this guy’s way or something?

The man chuckled sickly sweet and gave a devilish smirk, “I asked if you like ice cream?” And he lifted his hand, wherein he held a cone of what seemed to be chocolate ice cream. How had Spencer not noticed that unfairly-hot-guy-with-no-shoes was holding ice cream? Did he skate up here with that? Did he do those tricks without dropping the cone?

Either way, Spencer did not know how to respond. He was feeling very confused, amongst other things...

“Uhh… I- sure…?”

The guy grinned and sat down next to Spencer, skateboard on his lap, and handed him the cone. Spencer hesitantly reached and took it, eyeing it suspiciously.

“Hi, I’m Aaron. I’ve been watching you”,

“Oh?” Spencer immediately blushes at the thought of this stupidly attractive man, Aaron , taking notice of him. And even though Aaron had already shown the classic signs of a Dangerous Situation™ (giving him ice cream and watching him), Spencer couldn’t help but be absolutely smitten.  

“Yeah, you’re always reading,” he nodded at the open book in Spencer’s lap, “what are you doing here?”

What was he doing here? “I- uhmm..” What was he supposed to say? Fuck it , “My therapist wants me to get out of the house and find a hobby.”  Way to sound normal, you really hyped yourself up there, idiot.

“So you chose skateboarding?”

“What? No…I’m just studying here instead of at home. And when I finish my work I read my own books.”  

Spencer could feel Aaron’s intense gaze boring into his face, he was beginning to notice that Aaron’s natural expression was a perfect dark, (sexy) , serious pout.

Aaron broke his attention from Spencer’s face and glanced beyond the boy’s lap to the satchel overflowing with books, “... you read all of those in one day?”

“Uh… actually I read all of those in an hour.”

Aaron blinked a few times.

“Really? You must be… I mean, how do you do that?”

He was sure he was going to say ‘you must be a loser’ but he tried not to think about that. So far, Aaron had been nice to him.

“Um, I don’t know. I have an eidetic memory and read a lot as a child, so I guess my baby brain just learned to process words quicker than others.”

“How quickly?”

“20,000 words per minute.”

Aaron raised his eyebrows in interest, still giving that smoldering stare. He was so very intrigued by this strange, skinny, adorable kid. From the moment he saw him hunched over, reading, engulfed in his own world, Aaron had been fascinated.  And when their eyes met that fateful evening, all he could think of was I need to know him .

“So what are you studying for?”

“Right now I’m going for a BA in Philosophy.”

“Oh? I wouldn’t have pegged you as the philosphe type , smart guy like you ought to be a scientist or something,” Aaron chuckled.

That laugh would be the death of him. It was so deep and sultry, Spencer felt like burying himself in it.

Sheepishly, Spencer corrected him, “Actually, I have two PhDs in Mathematics and Chemistry. I wanted to begin an engineering PhD this summer but my mother got sick and I had to take care of her, so I figured a Bachelor’s in Philosophy wouldn’t take up too much of my time.”

Aaron gawked at him and made no attempt to hide it.

“How old are you?”

“Nineteen.”

“Damn. Well, here we are, a 19 year old genius and 21 year old law school burnout. Funny we’d end up in the same place at the same time.’’

The pink-orange-purple of the sky seemed to give Spencer a boost of confidence,

“Weren’t you stalking me? That’s not much of a coincidence,” he teased.

“I wasn’t stalking you, I said I was watching you. There’s a difference.”

“What’s the difference?”

“I came to say hi.” Aarons eyes glistened.

Spencer couldn’t help the tinge of pink on his cheeks and the small smile he gave. Aaron came to say hi. For a while they sat in silence, both considering what to say next. The older man opened his mouth to say something but Spencer took charge.

“You’re a law student? Do you go to Georgetown?”

Aaron nodded, “First year at Georgetown, did pre-law at Columbia.”

“Wow, those are good schools! I’m surprised you’re failing!”

“Yeah, Georgetown’s a lot more than I was expecting. Nothing you couldn’t handle I’m sure, Mr. Philosophy-Bachelor’s-For-Fun.”

Spencer laughed a genuine laugh, he didn’t answer though, because Aaron was right, he’d totally crush it in law school.

“You go to Georgetown, too? How come I haven’t seen you around campus? The Law Center isn’t that far from the Philosophy Department.”

“Well I don’t live on campus, I’m with my mom. And most of my classes are early morning, my therapist said that would be a good way of starting the day but really all it did for me was give me an unhealthy coffee dependency.”

Aaron actually laughed brightly at that.

“So, you’re going to tell your therapist you took up skateboarding when in reality you’ve just been reading in a skatepark?”

Spencer nodded bashfully.

“What are you going to do when she asks to see it?”

“I… I don’t know…”

“Well, it seems we’re both in a bit of a predicament, huh? What do you say we help each other out?”

“How do you mean?”

Aaron smirked that same wicked smirk from the first night they saw each other leaned in, “I’ll teach you to skateboard… if…”, he bit his lip and looked into the younger boy’s eyes, “you help me pass Midterms.”

Spencer couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Aaron leaned in impossibly closer and asked, “What’s your name?”

“Spencer.”

“Spencer,” He said deliciously, “do we have a deal?”

Aaron’s gaze was so intense but he couldn’t look away. His eyes were a deep, rich, coffee color with glistening flecks of green and they did not falter. This close, Spencer could see the few light scattered freckles feathering his nose and cheeks. And he was still biting his lip, Spencer stared and didn’t care. The breathtaking man in front of him was really offering to spend more time with him, how could he say no? Penelope would be so proud to find out he just had a conversation with a stranger and he was going to see him again.

“Deal.”

Aaron grinned maniacally, “Sweet.”

They sat just smiling at each other for a little bit, then Spencer asked, “By the way, why don’t you wear shoes?”

Aaron shrugged, smirked and brought his lips close to Spencer’s ear, “I like to feel the board,” he whispered.

Spencer was a goner. The ice cream had melted.

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iKonic Fairy Tales: Snow White, Part 2

A modern fairy tale series in collaboration with @cramelot - stay tuned next week for the next story featuring a new member! ✨

Genre: College/Neighbor!AU

Pairing: Donghyuk x You

By Admin B

🍎Part 1, 2, 3, 4

So, you would be lying if you said you hadn’t thought about Donghyuk on the bus ride home that evening.

You wondered what he was like - was he as sweet as he seemed? What was he majoring in? Was he one of those spoiled rich kids? Most likely not because he hadn’t seemed offended or disgusted when you told him you rode the bus.

(Also, did he have a girlfriend? Or a boyfriend? Either way, you lowkey hoped the answer was no. Not that you were interested or anything. I mean, you’d just met the guy. You’d talked to him for, like, two minutes. But he was cute! A girl could dream, right?)

When you arrived at The Queen’s house the following day, you informed the kids of your encounter with their new neighbor, and they begged and pleaded to go over and play pinball. Penelope even lifted her head from the kitchen table where she was currently dozing off to say, “Yeah, please, can we go?”

“Did you ask your mom?” you asked with raised eyebrows.

All seven children let out a defeated sigh in unison, their shoulders sagging.

So, that was a ‘no.’

“Believe me, I would love to go over there,” you assured them, reaching out to ruffle Eddie’s hair. “But I don’t want to do anything your mom doesn’t know about.”

“She’s so mean,” Piper grumbled. The corners of her lips were pulled down into the cutest frown you’d ever seen, and you had to hold yourself back from letting out a giggle.

“She’s just worried about your safety!” you rebutted. “And she’s your mother, so be thankful for her.”

“I wish you - *achoo!* - were our mother.”

“Bless you, Billy. Well, I’m not your mother, but I am your nanny. And that’s almost as good,” you grinned, reaching out to pinch his cheek gently.

“Wait, why would you love to go over there?” Roy asked suspiciously. “Do you have a crush on him?”

You heard about five gasps, and everyone besides Piper and Penelope crowded around you, jumping up and down and teasing you.

“I don’t!” you laughed. “I don’t even know him.”

“But you think he’s cute, right?” Eddie beamed up at you, and your heart melted a little. You’d never met anyone with a smile as sweet as Eddie’s.

Well... except maybe Donghyuk.

“I mean, yes. He’s very good-looking.”

“So, go over and talk to him!” Otis urged.

“No! You guys need to get your homework done, not worry about my love life.” You began herding them all toward the kitchen table so they could get started on their work and, hopefully, leave you alone. For the time being.

As the evening progressed, you were not surprised one bit to find you had to continue to combat accusations of your crush on Donghyuk. You avoided the kids’ comments and questions and teasing, and they honestly really only shut their sweet mouths when their mother came home from work.

You let out a sigh when you closed the door behind you, as you usually did. But today, you were simply glad to be away from the kids’ pestering.

You hadn’t even made it halfway down the driveway when you saw him, though.

Donghyuk.

Obviously.

He was leaning against his mailbox, and he wasn’t even trying to hide the fact he was waiting for you.

“Hi,” you greeted when you got close enough.

“Hey, I really don’t want you to think I’m being creepy,” he began, causing a little giggle to bubble up in your throat. “I just didn’t want you to have to walk down the road by yourself. But if you don’t want me to, that’s totally fine. I just... I mean, there’s no one else in this neighborhood who’s my age.”

“Okay,” you chuckled. “Yes, you may walk me down to the bus stop. But, just so you know, I do have pepper spray in my bag, and I’m not afraid to use it.”

“Noted.” He looked somewhat scared but also somewhat in awe of you.

When he fell into step next to you, you took a breath, feeling the word vomit making its way up into your mouth.

You were nervous, of course. A cute guy was walking you to the bus stop. You hadn’t ever really had a boyfriend before or even someone who was interested in becoming your boyfriend.

And when you were nervous, you couldn’t really control your conversation.

You began to ask him all the little things - favorite movie and favorite food and stuff - because you knew if you asked him the big things, you’d feel the need to reciprocate and tell him your big things.

One surefire way to scare someone off? Tell them your tragic life story the day after you meet them.

So you kept things as light and casual as you could as far as the ‘getting to know you’ stuff.

And when Donghyuk joined you on your walk again the next evening, you continued on with your plan.

And the next evening, and the next evening, and the next...

After almost two weeks, you felt like you knew just about everything light and casual there was to know about Donghyuk. You could definitely say the two of you were friends now, and... you could definitely say you had a crush on him.

He was as sweet as he’d seemed when you first met him, plus he was smart, funny, and very thoughtful.

You honestly couldn’t stop yourself from smiling as you headed up the driveway tonight, seeing Donghyuk waiting for you as he always was.

This time, though, he was throwing something very gently up into the air over and over again, catching it easily in his hand. It looked like a baseball or something, but when you reached him, he held it out to you.

“Snack?” he asked. “Thought maybe you’d be hungry.”

What you’d thought was a baseball actually turned out to be a shiny, red apple, so you let out an awkward chuckle and shook your head.

“I’m allergic to apples, actually,” you told him.

“Oh, sorry!” he cried immediately, throwing the apple over his shoulder as quickly as he could.

“No, it’s fine,” you assured him with a soft laugh, watching to make sure the apple didn’t hit anything (thankfully, it landed in his front yard with a soft thud). “It’s not a common food to be allergic to, really.”

“Do you have a medical bracelet or anything?” Donghyuk asked, his brow furrowed as he gently grabbed your wrist to see. “An Epi-Pen?”

“No and yes. Don’t worry, I’ve been allergic my whole life. I know how to handle it.”

“Sorry,” he murmured with a very shy, embarrassed grin. “I’m a medical student, so it just kind of comes naturally.”

“A medical student?” you asked, your eyebrows shooting halfway up your forehead.

“Well, pre-med.”

“That’s really impressive.”

“Yeah...”

You could tell Donghyuk didn’t necessarily think so, so you nudged him lightly with your elbow. “What’s up?” you asked softly.

“Nothing,” he assured you with a shake of his head. “Just... it’s what my parents wanted. But it’s fine. They’re not making me pay rent, and they’re covering all my school expenses, so... Can’t really complain, y’know?”

You simply nodded, nudging him again, though this nudge was more of a comforting, supportive nudge.

While you were always an advocate of following your heart and your dreams, you couldn’t really blame him for majoring in what his parents wanted.

To be honest, you would do anything to have your parents here to tell you what to major in.

When you reached the bus stop a few minutes later, you realized you hadn’t said anything since the exchange about Donghyuk’s major.

But before you could even take a breath to break the silence, you suddenly felt his fingers brush against the back of your hand, and your head snapped up to look at him.

“Are... you okay?” he asked, his voice just barely above a whisper.

“Hmm?” His question pulled you out of your little trance, and you pulled your lips into a smile as you looked over at him. “Oh. Yeah, I’m fine.”

“Are you sure? You’re not usually this quiet.”

“Yeah, I just... I talk a lot when I’m nervous.”

“So... you’re not nervous around me anymore?”

“No, not really.”

“Does that mean you would let me drive you home?”

A slight smirk tugged at the corner of your lips, and you shrugged coyly. “Maybe...”

The smile which appeared on Donghyuk’s face was honestly bright enough to power three of these huge mansions for the next two months. And it was enough to make your heart skip about five beats.

“Should I go back and get my car? I’ll run home and come and pick you up in two minutes.”

While you were still a bit wary (only because Donghyuk finding out you lived in a tiny, old apartment complex could prove to be just a bit embarrassing), you still couldn’t stop yourself from nodding.

“Okay, I’ll be right back,” Donghyuk grinned. “I promise. Don’t move.”

“Where would I go?” you chuckled as he turned around and began jogging back down the street.

You watched him for a few moments, biting your lip to keep your smile from becoming too idiotic. And just as you were turning away, planning to head to the bus stop to sit down, you suddenly heard or felt or saw someone.

It all happened so quickly, you weren’t really sure how you knew what was going on.

All you knew was a person had grabbed you and was trying to wrangle your bag away from you.

You cried out, letting out a high-pitched scream before the person put his hand over your mouth to stifle your voice. He was still trying to take your bag so even when you tried to reach in for your pepper spray, you couldn’t manage to get to it. You were also trying desperately to kick or punch or elbow him away, but everything was such a blur, you couldn’t really make heads or tails of what you were actually doing.

As you flung your arms out as hard as you could in an attempt to push him away, you felt his weight suddenly disappear.

Oh, wow!

You’d done it!

...Oh, wait.

Never mind.

Donghyuk had, apparently, run back and had grabbed the thief by his shirt collar.

Your heart was already racing from the sudden attack, but it was racing even more as you watched Donghyuk attempting to fight the guy off. He threw a couple punches and was trying to tackle him to the ground when the thief managed to escape and run away.

Once he was out of sight, Donghyuk rushed over to you, breathing heavily from his efforts. “Are you all right?!” he asked, reaching out to put his hands on your arms.

“Y--yeah,” you answered with a slight nod.

I mean, besides the fact you were terrified, yeah, you were fine.

It must have been very obvious you were lying because Donghyuk didn’t hesitate in wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close to his chest.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry,” he murmured as he began to rub your back comfortingly.

Okay, now your heart was racing even faster than it had been.

Because.

Donghyuk’s chest.

Was, like.

Really nice.

You could feel his muscles underneath his shirt, and the way his arms were holding you... Goodness. You felt so safe and secure, and you literally never wanted him to stop hugging you.

Ever.

“Oh, geez, your heart is pounding,” he whispered, hugging you even tighter, probably in an attempt to make you calm down. “You’re shaking.”

Instead of replying, telling him why your heart was pounding, why you were shaking... you simply curled your arms up against his chest and buried your face in his neck. I mean, you were here! You might as well take advantage of it, right?! (P.S. You were not usually this forward, so you were going to blame this behavior on almost being mugged just a few minutes ago. You were in shock. Yep, that was it!)

“I’m definitely driving you home every day from now on, okay?” he told you. You felt him pressing his nose into your hair, and it sent shivers down your spine. “No arguments.”

You simply nodded, taking a deep breath and realizing just how good he smelled. Of course, he did. He was rich. Rich people always smelled amazing.

After what seemed like ten days of standing there, reveling in the feeling of being in Donghyuk’s amazing arms, you took a deep breath and began to pull away.

“Thank you,” you whispered, your forehead wrinkled as you locked your gaze on his.

“There’s nothing to thank me for,” he assured you as he rubbed his hands up and down your arms to keep you warm. “I did what I had to do.”

“I tried to get my pepper spray out, but he --”

“I’m just glad I was still close enough to get here in time,” he interrupted. He was looking at you as if to say ‘Try not to worry about it - you did what you could.’

“Me, too,” you breathed, tempted to just go back in for another hug. But you knew you couldn’t just keep standing out here. You had to go home eventually. “You’ll... you’ll take me home?”

“Of course,” he answered immediately. “Come on, let’s go.”

He put an arm around your shoulders and began guiding you back to his house, keeping you close to him as you walked and not letting you get even an inch farther from his side the whole way there.

And you were certainly okay with that.

Part 3

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Criminal Minds s03e02 In Name and Blood - or more aptly named, Strauss you’re a fucking bitch I hope they fire you and your perty little ass, also Derek and Penelope seriously need to get together or I’m gonna lose my shit. Oh god, my heart is aching over losing Mandy Patinkin. Oh well, let’s hope they bring someone new and just as good.

Episode 02 – In Name and Blood

Hey guys! So last episode is a little blurry to me, that’s why I’m glad they have the ‘previously on Criminal Minds’ bit, most of the time it just annoys me.

Oh my god, this episode’s name is definitely not helping me feel better about this season. It has the word blood in it. Oh god.

Let’s see what happens.

Oh that is hot, a sex scene to open the episode officially? Yummy. But why does it have to be in red? I really don’t like where this is going.

Well, of course. It’s actually a tied-up woman, and the guy is crazy as fuck. shit.

My poodle is waking up! He slept in Gideon’s office? Oh, honey!

Awwww he waited for Gideon cuz they were supposed to play chess. I just fell in love with Matthew all over again. POODLE!

Wait. So the second episode is two weeks apart from the first? Okay. Good to know.

Aww, domestic Hotchner.

Look how Jack has grown! So cute!

“Getting suspended was a blessing in disguise.” Really, Hayley? REALLY? So he’s supposed to just sit at home and do nothing and be there with you? What about getting out there and kicking ass and saving lives? That’s the whole point of the show. YOU ARE RUINING IT FOR ME!

I’m not used to being pissed at Hayley, this is weird.

But I can’t be pissed at her cuz she brought Jack to the show and he’s cute.

“What, no Hotch, now no Gideon?” apparently, but now I get you in a button-up Derek, so now everything’s okay.

“You’d think the least they could do is be here on time.” “Yeah, cuz you’re never late.” Poodle, why must you taunt my puppy? That’s not very nice.

Ooh! They’re heading for Milwaukee? SHOUT OUT! I used to live six years in Shorewood, just on the outskirts of Milwaukee, so it’s like I’m from there. I love it! HELLO WISCONSIN!

Piqued interest in Derek is hot.

Shock from poodle is amazing.

And now I’m horrified because the fucker is carving the hearts out of his victims. Shit.

George Washington: “Let your heart feel for the affliction and distress of everyone.” Well, that is certainly going to be hard to do.

Wait. I’m confused. Is Hotch coming back to work or not? I’m really not understanding where this is going, and even the scenario I have in my mind isn’t very positive.

Someone should tell this man that he’s a cardio-hazard to women and gay men everywhere.

Wait. I just realized. Shemar shaved his goatee. Oh, honey! I actually liked the scruff.

Oh, confused, hurt puppy. Hotch is transferring? What? No! Please, don’t, Hotch. I can’t have you shaking my puppy’s world like this and abandoning him. Please no.

And what about poodle? He’ll be devastated!

“What if we don’t want a new unit chief?” oh honey, baby! I love you so much! And your hurt expression is hurting me.

“Look, man, are you a pain in my ass? Yes, sir. But wanting to hang out with you and needing you to lead this team are two very different things.” Oh babycakes, I feel you. And don’t you give me those puppy-dog eyes because I am melting in my chair right now.

Wait. Hold the phone. Bitch gave Hotchner the impression he was free to choose where to go after he resigned from the BAU, then she tells him she needs to complete an investigation and just throws a position she deems fit with the proposition of a comfortable work schedule that will play on his need to be with his family. WHAT? Are you shitting me right now? I’m about to cut a bitch. And that bitch’s name is Erin Strauss.

Also, why is Prentiss resigning?

What the fuck is going on here? My emotions are completely equivalent to those of Hotch’s.

Wait, so Prentiss is leaving because of the bitch, too? Oh my god. I am so hating this lady right now.

Wait. She wants to oversee the case? Instead of Hotch? Until she finds a replacement? She’s incompetent as fuck! All she can do is hire and fire people, that’s what she’s good for. What the fuck is she playing at? God, I hate that lady.

So she wants to kick out Jason and Aaron? Fuck you.

“You know, from this angle, she almost looks human.” Ha. JJ I love you so much.

Aww, my poodle misses Prentiss. So cute.

And Derek, I am totally with you, buddy. This is bad.

And lady, don’t you dare speak to my superheroes. You are a bitch. A cold-hearted bitch.

LOL, Reid trying to gossip about Strauss right before she comes in on their conversation, cutiepie.

Well, it’s obvious Strauss isn’t used to seeing graphic photos. So why the fuck did she want to go on that case? She’s an idiot.

And I don’t want to be on the other side of those ‘I don’t like you, bitch’ stares of Derek’s. though if I’m a bystander, I’m about to cream my panties.

Aw!!!!!! So first Penelope is trying to convince Prentiss not to leave, and now she’s trying to dissuade Hotchner from it.

Oh baby, you’re trying to keep the family together and I absolutely love you.

WHAT? “This is your fifth victim … you should have called us sooner.” Seriously, bitch? You’re trying to demean the detective working the case, after he calls for your help, and then expect him to fully cooperate with you? Go to hell, would you? That’s JJ’s job. Take her to school, Jayje.

SERIOUSLY? JJ is trying to instruct her correctly, and she’s threatening her? FUCK YOU!

Hayley. Why are you so pissed at Aaron for looking at the photos? He’s home with you. Stop it.

Oh god. She actually wants him to take the white-collar thing and leave the BAU? Hell no.

“Well, Strauss just offended the lead detective 45 seconds into her first crime scene.” “I’m not surprised.” Oh honey.

That kid is so cute. But pleased tell me he’s not helping his dad abduct those women. Oh my god.

Oh god. Fuck you, asshole.

That’s one hot position for him.

“Garcia, baby girl, please tell me something I want to hear.”

“You’re a statuesque god of sculpted chocolate thunder.”

“How about something I don’t already know?”

“I have a sweet tooth?”

Someone please shut them in the supply closet for 45 minutes so they can get it out of their system, please. And I’m only saying 45 because they need to properly love on each other.

Oh thank god my god of chocolate thunder also has a functioning brain. Thank you, whoever popped Derek out into the world. Your pain is definitely my pleasure.

Fuck, why would Derek know that it’s not easy to crack clean into breastbone? Oh my poor puppy.

He’s harvesting his victims’ hearts? That sick fucker. Screw you.

I mean, you’re hot, dude, but you need to stop.

Aw, Hotchner made mac and cheese for Jack! You cutie! Now I want mac and cheese.

Still nothing from Gideon. Shit.

Hahahaha Aaron didn’t actually file yet for the transfer. You little shit.

That little kid is doing multiplication for extra credit? You’re a smart cookie. What are you doing with a daddy like that? And what the fuck is wrong with the lady offering to help? You are one crazy fucker, you know that, daddy? You need to be put down. Make him the damn sandwich and get out of there.

I mean, I get Hayley, I get it, she wants her husband with her. But Aaron is a loyal lapdog. Okay? He’s loyal to a fault. He’s committed to the BAU team, no matter what. You can’t just switch it off. I really hope he’ll find a good solution and that Hayley can stop and take a moment to get her head out of her ass.

Wow, that’s a really nice apartment, Prentiss. I want one just like that.

So Aaron thinks Emily gave dirt to Strauss. Oh honey, that is so wrong. She asked for it, but she didn’t give anything to that bitch.

Yay. Emily’s back. Let’s go.

Yay. JJ is smart! They have to focus now on the boy.

Let’s call Garcia.

“Talk dirty to me.” :O

“This is section chief Erin Strauss.” Oh my god, I’m dying laughing here.

“Ma’am, I think it goes without saying that I was expecting it to be someone else.” Oh dear lord, I needed this so much!

She did not cut off my baby girl while trying to apologize to her! That woman is a bitch. I would have laughed so fucking hard at that.

And Derek’s frustration at Garcia is so unjustified! Sure it was mortifying, but that was the funniest shit they ever pulled in this series, and I love this!

They should put Derek in more tight clothes. Fuck this is doing things to me.

That dad is totally nuts. I want him away from the cute kid.

Oh that kid did not just say that! Oh shit, he just hit the kid! What? Oh my god, that dad needs to be put away. Oh my goodness gracious, please put that kid in foster care and kill the dad.

Derek checking his watch is hot. He can check me out any time.

YES! Aaron and Emily made it to Milwaukee. Now we can get this cheese party started.

Fuck you, Strauss.

Oh I love JJ denying everything in front of Strauss, like, don’t throw me under the bus here, Hotch. You’re here, shut up.

Why would the kid tell the lady that? Oh my god. That kid is so messed up. Fuck.

Ha. Strauss can’t handle the heat. Get out of there, bitch. And let the professionals do their work.

Aw, my poodle’s noodle is all screwed up because papa bear is away. Don’t worry, poodle, Aaron is here, and he’s more like a papa … what’s a cuddly animal that we can use? Shit. Papa bear is the only thing, isn’t it? Fuck. Um, Papa Smurf? Wait no, Gideon is Papa Smurf and Aaron is papa bear, awesome.

“FBI Technical Analyst Penelope Garcia speaking.” Oh you are one smart doodlebug, I love you, goddess.

“You’ll see it flying over the transom momentarily.”

“And one more thing – the glitches in the transfers and resignations stop now.” “Uh – yes, sir.” Wait. Penelope did that???? OH MY GOD I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!

You little cupcake. You are amazing, you know that?

So his dad has a tumor that can’t be operated on, the kid is a mess, and it’s seriously annoying me that he thinks it’s okay to treat women like that.

The nurse? Well, goodbye nurse.

Professional Derek is hot.

The Mayfair Mall! I love that mall! Don’t ruin it for me!

Strauss is annoying me with her protocols. She has a point, but I’m with Derek. You can’t risk her killing the damn nurse just because you have to wait for stupid protocols.

Whoa. That is crazy. Emily just volunteered to go in and scope the place out and try and find the dad from the inside. Fuck. You are amazing, lady, but you need to be careful, too.

Look at that yummy tushie.

Oh shit. Emily is going into the dad’s workshop. Fuck. Be careful, Em.

He did not just hurt Prentiss! Fuck!

What? He’s giving his son a gun? Fuck you! Fuck you, asshole! David, don’t! Don’t take it, David!

Yes! My superheroes are here!

Shit! The little boy has a fucking gun! Shit!

Derek Morgan, my hero.

I’m with you, angel fish, that is one sick asshole.

I hope he dies soon.

Yup. Hotchner never wanted to move up, he just wanted to work with his lovely team of misfits.

Aww, is my baby boy getting his leader back? I love you so much, Derek, and you’re such a softie it’s the most adorable thing I’ve ever seen.

Oh god, he has to talk to Hayley about it. Fuck.

I love Garcia’s new office. It’s so swanky and her. I love it!

Why is the house so dark? I don’t like this.

Oh god. Please don’t tell me she’s left him. That’s such a bitch move!

And Strauss, go fuck yourself!

Wait. Gideon is gone? That letter he wrote was meant for poodle? NO! WHY?????

Glamor shot!

Oh boy.

This is just breaking my heart.

I know this scene is terribly sad, I’m so heartbroken over losing Mandy in the show. But can we just talk about the fact that Matthew is wearing his wristwatch over the sweater? I love you for that!

Wow. He looks so relieved in this scene. It’s so sad to think all of this was so hard on him emotionally, as an actor. You know? You can just see all the tension is out of his eyes and it’s just amazing.

Okay, wow! That’s probably one of the longest reviews I’ve ever written for this series! Shit! So of course, I’m seriously broken up over Mandy leaving the show, I mean come on, Inigo! You don’t leave your friends! Ever! But fine, I guess people have their own preferences and priorities and can handle graphic scenes in their own separate ways and it was probably weighing on him. I get it. Some of this shit has been hard on me, too. But I got hooked the instant I saw Shemar’s yummy mocha skin, so I’m a goner.

Oh my god, speaking of which, his banter with Penelope and the whole messing up in front of Strauss was EPIC! I love this series so much, and I honestly hope they tap into that more because it’s glorious and alleviates the seriousness and I need more of it, cuz the end of season 2 had me so depressed I needed to take a break from reviewing this.

So pissed at Hayley for just up and leaving Aaron like this, you’re a bitch, girl! And I really hope she will at least let him be a part of Jack’s life, because that’s not nice at all.

So, I’m gonna leave this here. Because my fingers hurt. And because I want to see what happens next XD I’ll see you all later, lovelies <3