#kate x derek

[haletostilinski]

Best Teen Wolf Ship: Round 1

[reiderwriter]

reiderwriter 5k writing challenge

hello, my lovelies, and thank you so much for 5k followers~♡ it's been just under a year since I started writing on here, and it's been so fun interacting with everyone and writing for Spencer and the other members of the BAU team! I was a bit unprepared for some of my other milestones and threw some stuff together last minute for them, but I've been thinking about a writing challenge for a while and I finally decided to do it!

Please note: This is a writing challenge! All the prompts below are meant to inspire you to write your own fics and not as prompt requests for me. I hope you can use them as a starting point to write~♡

The theme for the challenge is:

daydreams and shooting stars`☆

There are two sets of prompts to choose from! The daydreams' prompts are based on classic fanfiction tropes that we know and live, and the shooting stars prompts are based on the zodiac signs. There are 12 prompts in each list, and you're welcome to mix and match prompts as you like! Maybe you'd like to combine your star sign with your favourite trope, or two particularly match well, or if you like a single prompt, you can just write for that. I don't mind if the fic is only very loosely based on the prompt, too, do whatever you'd like!

The writing challenge will run up until my 1 year writing anniversary, July 27th, so you have plenty of time to get your fics in! I'll be reblogging all the entries, and at the end, I'll add them to a recommendation list! Be sure to tag @reiderwriter in your fic, or use the hashtag #reidersdaydreams or #reidersshootingstars in your tags! I'll be tracking both~♡ You can submit as many entries as you like!

Rules for submissions will be at the end. Please read them before submitting~♡

without further ado, here are the prompt lists~☆

DAYDREAMS

ONLY ONE BED - a true classic in the sense that I will be reading only one bed fics down to the second I take my last breath. Feel free to invert this to "too many beds," or even "no beds at all, but somehow we're still cuddling," either way, I will read it and likely enjoy it greatly.

GRUMPY X SUNSHINE - which character is grumpy, which character is sunshine? my favourite grumpy x sunshine dynamics are the gloomy character trying their best to become more sunny after a tough life 🫡

FAKE DATING - we, in the criminal minds fandom, have written possibly every undercover mission possible to make our characters make out, but I'm coming in as a simple woman to ask - please do it again 🫶

OH. OH. - the plot revelations! Give me them! The sudden moments of clarity! I'm a fan, goddammit.

IDIOTS IN LOVE - there is nothing better than two huge dumbasses falling head over heels in love with each other in an "aw shucks" kind of way. Also, I'm an idiot, representation matters.

ALTERNATE UNIVERSE - coffee shop AU? Soulmate AU? HANAHAKI AU? If someone could please un- or re- traumatise my favourite characters I will be eternally grateful

SECRET IDENTITY - give the character their Emily Prentiss Lauren Reynolds moment, or just make them dress like a clown for like 30 minutes. Both count.

MUTUAL PINING - This harkens back to idiots in love, but it's about the LONGING, it's about the PITIFUL STARES, it's about the BURNING PASSION.

SECRET RELATIONSHIP - my love of gossip makes me a sucker for secret relationship stories because I truly want to be in everyone's business. Character A and B are dating? Brilliant. It's a secret? BRILLIANT.

SICK FIC - your poor little meow meow has a cold. Or your poor little meow meow has been poisoned with anthrax. Or your poor little meow meow is dealing with possible symptoms of schizophrenia. Or your poor little meow meow has been shot-

PSYCHO X PSYCHO - reidams fans, this one's for you 🥰

ENEMIES TO LOVERS - half of my requests are enemies to lovers requests! Feel free to include rivals to lovers, lovers to enemies, friends to enemies to lovers, enemies to friends to lovers, or any such dynamic that your heart desires.

SHOOTING STARS:

Aries - "I burn for you. I can't sleep at night for wanting you. It's the most maddening, beguiling, damnable thing, but there it is."

Taurus - "There is a stubbornness about me that never can bear to be frightened at the will of others. My courage always rises at every attempt to intimidate me."

Gemini - "There's such a lot of different Annes in me. I sometimes think that is why I'm such a troublesome person. If I was just the one Anne, it would be ever so much more comfortable, but then it wouldn't be half so interesting."

Cancer - "I will not say: do not weep; for not all tears are an evil."

Leo - "There is no exquisite beauty… without some strangeness in the proportion."

Virgo - "They slipped briskly into an intimacy from which they never recovered."

Libra - "Somehow, we'll find it. The balance between whom we wish to be and whom we need to be. But for now, we simply have to be satisfied with who we are."

Scorpio - "She didn't understand why, but faced with those decaying buildings and straggling grasses, she was nothing but a child who had never lived."

Sagittarius - "If you tell the truth, you don't have to remember anything."

Capricorn - "There's a low-level, specific pain and having to accept that putting up with you requires a certain generosity of spirit in your loved ones."

Aquarius - "An education was a bit like a communicable sexual disease. It made you unsuitable for a lot of jobs, and then you had the urge to pass it on."

Pisces - "I think it's perfectly acceptable and rather admirable to be moderately delusional."

Rules:

I'm accepting reader insert, an Original Character, a character/character ship, a platonic ship, or a Gen fics for this challenge. It can feature any Criminal Minds character or any character from any fandom you write for. I assume a lot of people will stick with CM, but feel free to write for whoever you choose!

Please tag me in your entries or send the link to me in a DM. It can be already written, or you can write it for the challenge. Again, the tags I'm tracking are #reidersdaydreams and #reidersshootingstars ♡

The fic can be any genre, but ONLY send me smut if your bio states you are 18+. I will not endorse, nor do I want to read smut written by minors. I will check the ages of accounts posting smut.

For smut or angst fics that could include triggers, please include a content warning above the fic so we can be aware before reading!!

Enjoy!!

[sterekmpreg]

Kate is a grown-ass woman towards a literal child because she is a crazy predator (and I’m tired of people not acknowledging it and Derek’s trauma from it):

Stiles defending Derek cause that’s his mans and Kate just so in the wrong:

Just a reminder: Kate Argent is a predatory bitch😐

[uhhhj13iguess]

thank you for saving me

liam dunbar x fem!reader

wc: ~2.5k

liam’s anxiety and IED isn’t explored and talked about enough in either fanfics or the actual show, so i tried to do this sweet boy some justice. he’s just trying his best

set in season 4, but definitely not too canon

"why did we get sent to the school, aren't we here enough?" you kicked your feet, looking for any sign of kate, or the benefactor, or any clue to absolutely anything going on in your life right now. you'd been scott's beta for all of a few weeks, and all of your spare time had been spent trying not to die. being a werewolf was definitely cool, but you had no idea how exhausting it would be. you'd come to the school with liam, hoping to find something, anything that would give you insight into any one of the millions of things going on.

liam chuckled, walking alongside you. he knew how important it was to find something, but he couldn't take his focus off of you.

the entire ride over he stared at you, watching how the moonlight glistened on your skin as you ranted to him. your hands rested on the steering wheel as you spoke and he admired your hands, how soft they looked, how beautiful your nails were. he watched the lines on your face intensify the more passionate you got about whatever you were talking about — liam didn't know. he didn't care, frankly. anytime you spoke, he was entranced by your oh-so-pretty voice, words having no meaning other than the butterflies they were leaving in his stomach.

you looked at him in the passenger seat, a smirk forming to contrast the flush on your cheeks. he was caught, he knew it. but he couldn’t find himself to mind. he smiled at you, a blush matching on his own face.

he straightened his shoulders out, checking behind him as he passed the chemistry lab. "I don't know, but I hope we find something quick and can get out of here."

you didn't hear what he said.

his fingertips brushed against yours as you walked together and your mind wandered from the plan for the thousandth time that evening. every time liam mindlessly brushed against you, all sight of what you were doing was thrown out the window. your survival anxiety was replaced with limerence, yearning for the touches to linger longer. butterflies flooded your stomach as his hand did just that. in fact, your own heartbeat overtook your senses as you felt liam grab ahold of your hand. you looked up at him, blushing like a madman.

“you had no idea how long —” he shushed you quickly, stopping you dead in your tracks and tilting his head, listening. you tried to tune in to whatever he heard.

liam knew the sound of those footsteps anywhere. they haunted him, not just in his nightmares, but out on the field, in the classroom — wherever he went, they followed. taunting him.

he turned around to see the creature trudging towards them. he felt the hairs stand on the back of his neck and the blood drain from his face. seeing the berserker in front of him again felt worse than he could've imagined, and he froze as the beast made his way towards the two of you.

"liam, what do we do?"

silence.

"liam? should we fight? should we run?"

"liam?"

liam watched in a haze as kira used her katana against the berserker, his vision fading in and out. there was a lot of things he didn't know yet, but these things had to be the craziest he had found out about so far. he didn't know what to do. they were so strong, so fast, and the wounds he'd been given weren't healing. he watched as kira was tossed across the roof like she was nothing.

his breathing quickened.

what was he supposed to do? how did scott do this?

he groaned at the pain, trying to push himself up, only to be kicked back against the electrical panel. his vision blackened and his panic intensified.

seriously, what was he supposed to do? he wasn't strong enough. he couldn't possibly do this. he-

"liam, look out!"

he came to, hearing your voice and feeling you shove against him. he let out a grunt as you took place where he stood: directly where the berserker was aiming his bone-covered fist. you let out a scream as you flew backwards, hitting the ground so hard the tiles shattered beneath where you landed. you clenched your abdomen immediately, blood pooling out of the gashes caused by the sharp bone pointing out of the creature’s knuckle plate.

you choked on your own words, fighting to stay awake as pain coursed through your veins. "l-liam..."

liam's body flooded with rage in a split second. his claws came out and he roared, sprinting at the berserker without a second thought. he threw punches, hard and strong, making the beast before him stumble back. it held defense against liam as he grew more powerful, his anger in seeing you hurt feeding his strength, adrenaline surging through him.

unfortunately, it wasn't enough to keep the berserker down for long. the beast threw a punch, sending liam flying into the lockers with a power ten times that of the beta. with his imprint heavy in the metal, he lay on the ground, spitting blood and scrambling to crawl backwards as the berserker stomped towards him. liam made his way to you, covering you from the incoming a attack, and trying to hide you as far in the corner as he could. as quickly liam flinched away at the berserker breaking into a sprint towards him, he heard the creature stop. he looked up to see it retreating out the high school entrance.

he took a deep breath, looking down at you and assessing the wounds in your side. worry flooded his senses, seeing you barely conscious and feeling how much pain you were in as he grabbed where your arm was holding your stomach. panic bubbled in his throat, breathing beginning to hitch and stagger as he pulled up your shirt to see your wound.

he grimaced at the sight. it was deep, bloody, and most importantly: it wasn't healing.

"shit, (y/n). why did you do that? it shouldn’t have been you, i, fuck."

you groaned slightly, unable to keep your eyes open.

"i'm... i'm okay, l-liam." you slurred out.

"please just, keep your eyes open, (y/n), we're going to get you some help."

liam's ears perked up at the sound of footsteps; this time multiple, yet not as heavy. whoever it was, liam was filled with dread. he needed to get you out of here, and he couldn't do that while fighting off someone else. he began to scoop you in his arms, apologizing relentlessly as you whined, half-consciously whimpering at the pain from being moved. he got to his feet, whispering in your ear that you were okay, that he was taking you somewhere.

"liam!"

his eyes shot up at the sound of scotts voice. he let out a heavy breath at the sight of scott, stiles, and derek running towards you.

"guys, please, she's really hurt. it hurt her, and, and, i-i, i don't know shes not healing. please, help her." he whined.

immediately, derek grabbed you and headed out the way they came. he yelled back on his way out, "I'll meet you guys at deaton's!"

scott whipped his head around to liam after derek had left. "what the hell do you think you were doing?!"

liam stumbled backwards. "w-what?"

stiles crossed his arms. "listen, i know you think you're all tough-guy mr. bad werewolf now, but in case you don't remember how your first fight went, these guys don't lose. and they're fucking huge! are you just stupid or something?"

"i don't she pushed me out of the way and i —”

"liam, why did you attack it? why didn't you run? you guys could've gotten way more hurt than you did. stiles is right, that was stupid of you."

liam felt defeated. not only did he freeze and get you hurt, but he was stupid enough to keep you there in that position while he freaked out on that thing.

he was embarrassed. they were right, he shouldn't have attacked the berserker. he was disappointed in himself, disappointed in how rashly he acted, and how quickly he let his anger take over him. this isn't what scott would've done; this isn't what he should've done. he felt ashamed, his body language following suit to reflect that. scott picked up on the scent change immediately, and his face softened.

"hey, liam —”

"no, you guys are right. i shouldn't even be a part of this, I just explode and mess everything up. I'm sorry, I, I don't know I just saw her hurt and I stopped thinking, I just got so angry and acted like a monster and I —”

"liam!" scott placed his hands on his beta's shoulders, giving him a reassuring look. "you were scared. you reacted, trying to protect (y/n). you're still new to all of this, you're still learning. you're not stupid. I'm sorry we yelled at you."

"no i definitely think he was pretty stupid —"

"stiles!"

"what? tell me i'm wrong, look at those things. even peter runs at the sight of them." stiles scoffed.

scott scowled at his best friend. "go easy on him, dude. we weren't perfect at this either. we still aren't,"

he turned back towards liam. "go, go check in on her. derek took her to the clinic. I'm sure she'll want to see you when she comes to."

liam hesitantly nodded, muttering another apology as he started towards the doors of the school.

"liam!"

he turned back to face scott.

"this wasn't your fault. you kept her safe, don't beat yourself up."

liam opened the door to see derek wide-eyed staring down at him. he barely opened his mouth before he was pulled into the clinic, stumbling in derek’s grasp.

"good, you're just in time.”

light flooded liam's eyes as he entered the exam room, (y/n) laying on the table, still unconscious. his stomach turned and he felt overwhelmed with anxiety once again seeing you lay there, helpless. scott's words of assurance echoed in his head, but he couldn't help but feel guilty. like he could've prevented this.

"in time? for, for what?" liam shuffled to the table where deaton and derek stood.

deaton wore a concerned face — almost apologetic.

"we need you to help hold her down."

liam was puzzled. you were unconscious; why would we need to hold you down?

"i dont understand, what do you mean?"

deaton looked to derek, sorrow painted across his features. “she’s not healing, and she’s getting weaker. it was good you helped get her here as soon as you did.”

he let out a hum, looking at you on the table. derek took over.

“when someone isn't healing and you need to trigger the process, there's a pretty foolproof way to get it up and running again,"

he sighed as liam still wasn't catching on.

"it's... it's pain, liam."

he watched the beta's eyes widen. "pain? no i can't, that's, no please I can’t see her hurt anymore tonight. this is already all my fault, I can't be the cause of any more pain, please, isn't there something else you can do? i, i can't —"

"liam,"

he stopped rambling, meeting derek's eyes. he'd never seen him so... empathic.

"liam, i get it. i know what it's like to be angry." he sighed and looked away.

"i used it as my anchor for years. after watching someone I loved die because of me, I didn't know what to do. i didn't know how to handle anything. so I got angry. and it consumed me,"

he stepped closer towards the teenager. "i know what it's like to feel like a monster."

liam looked down at the ground. he didn't understand what derek was telling him, let alone why he was telling him. he started to shake his head, but he was cut off with a hand on his shoulder.

"you're not a monster, liam. that anger? it makes you powerful. i told that to scott the day I met you — that you were strong. there's no reason your anger can't be used as an advantage. but that's only if you know how to control it and bring it out when you need it,"

"don't let it define you like it did me."

liam made eye contact with him. he heard derek's heartbeat: it hadn't faltered once this whole time. he took a deep breath and nodded.

"okay. what do you need me to do?"

deaton smiled, quickly ushering the two to either side of you.

"liam, stand by her head and hold her shoulders. she'll need a comforting face when coming to. derek, hold her legs. this isn't going feel great."

liam gripped hard on your shoulders. "wait, what are you —"

deaton didn't waste any time grabbing your forearm and pushing down, hard. the sound of bone snapping cracked throughout the room, causing a similar sensation in liam's chest. his eyes widened at the realization of what was happening.

you shot up with a roar, eyes flashing gold as you screamed in pain. you snapped your arms out of the grasp of those around you, your free hand flying to the broken, immediately resetting it with another painful wail.

with the bone back in place, you took a deep breath, panting as you slowly leaned back down on the exam table. everyone gathered around you, watching with hope as you grew more and more with it.

you lifted your shirt as a tingling sensation flooded your abdomen, all of you watching as the gashes in your side slowly started to patch themselves up. liam let out sigh of relief, staggering back a few feet as solace washed over him. you were okay.

deaton gave you a reassuring smile, patting you on the knee. "good to have you back with us, (y/n). i think we'll let you guys be for a second, you're safe here."

he and derek left the room, quietly discussing their plan for the rest of the evening. liam let his head hang in his hands, wanting to cry at the feeling of relief in seeing you heal. you saw him from where you were laying on the table, slowly sitting up with a whine to face him. he grabbed your arms, helping stabilize you.

"(y/n) i'm so glad you're okay. i can't tell you how afraid i was seeing you hurt. i don't know what i'd do with myself if anything happened to you, I don't, I just —"

you wrapped your arms tightly around his shoulders, hugging him as tightly as you could, not a thought in your mind on the pain shooting through your side. liam stood frozen, not sure what was happening. you let out a sob and held him tighter, causing him to instinctively wrap his arms around you.

"thank you for saving me, liam."

[toasttt11]

extreme aggressor

season one, episode one

Nicolette and Spencer Reid sat next to each other on their couch in their apartment with a blanket over them that Spencer has knitted them as they both read different books about physics, they had just swapped books.

Nicolette ran her eyes over the last line of the book and shut it close. She gently tossed her book onto the coffee table leaning her head on Spencer's shoulder as he continued to read his book.

Nicolette and Spencer may both complete hate physical touch with anyone else but with each other they have always liked it and it didn't make them uncomfortable.

Spencer's hand naturally went up to the tips of hair as he gently fiddled with it as he finished up his book, Nicolette slowly closed her eyes and began following asleep on his shoulder, just as one of their phones went off.

Nicolette opened her eyes and reached for the phone on the coffee table answering it, as Spencer looked up from his book.

"Reid.” She coldly spoke into the phone, listening to the other side of the phone before she nodded and hung up.

"Time for work." Nicolette sarcastically commented with a joking smile to her twin, Spencer chuckled at his sister and took her hand to stand up.

—

A door was heard opening in Gideon's classroom, the room turned to the door and saw Nicolette and Spencer walking in.

Nicolette wearing black pants, black blouse, tan leather jacket and black combat boots.

Spencer was holding a file held it up to Gideon.

"Excuse me." Gideon told his class and walked to the twins following them out of his class.

Nicolette, Spencer and Gideon walked down the hall in the Bau.

"They're are calling him the Seattle Strangler. 4 victims in 4 months." Spencer explained looking at the file showing their new case to Gideon.

"He keeps them alive 7 days. The Handle serves as a Crank." Nicolette finished explaining, as the trio continued to walk down the hallway.

"Allowing him to control the rate of suffocation." Gideon told the two.

The twins looked at him in unison guessing, " To prolong it?"

"To enjoy it." Gideon replied back, correcting the twins slighty. "Seattle’s hit a wall?" Gideon asked as they contained their walk through the halls.

"Physical evidence is nonexistent. There are no tangible leads." Spencer told him as they stopped walking in the hallway.

"And another girl is missing." Gideon said as he grabbed the picture and began walking into his office.

"I look the case file over. I'll get some thought to you ASAP." Gideon told the twins he has mentored for years as he began to read the through the file.

"You're gonna be with us in Seattle ASAP." Hotch interrupted Gideon as Derek and Hotch walked into the Office.

Derek looked over at Nicolette and sent her a small smile hoping for some attention but barley getting a nod of acknowledgment from her back before she immediately turned her attention away from him.

Gideon looked up from the file and stared at Hotch for a long while before taking off his reading glasses walking closer towards him.

Derek held up a photo of the a victim handing it to Gideon, "22-year old Heather Woodland."

"Before she left for lunch. She downloaded an email with a time delayed virus attached. The killers Virus wiped her hard drive and left this on the screen." Hotch filled Gideon in completely as he handed him a photo that had words on it.

"For heavens sake catch before i kill more i cannot control myself For heavens sake catch before i kill more i cannot control myself For heavens sake catch before i kill more i cannot control myself For heavens sake catch before i kill more i cannot control myself"

Gideon looked up at Hotch after he read the photo, he then turned and walked towards his wall that had a photo hanging on it with the same words at the photo from the case.

"He never keeps them more than 7 days,which means we have fewer than 36 hours to find her." Hotch informs him looking at Gideon piercingly.

"They want you back in the saddle. You ready?" Morgan asked looking at Gideon with a raised eyebrow.

"Looks like medical leave's over, Boss." Spencer spoke up looking hopeful Gideon would finally be back.

Nicolette raised an eyebrow at Gideon.

"They sure they want me?" Gideon questions not believing they want him back after the incident that happened on the last case he was apart of.

Hotch nodded in a reassuring manner, "The order came from the director."

"Well, we'd better get started." Gideon stated rather determined.

-

"His first victim was 26-year old Melissa Kirsh. Stabbed wounds. Strangulation." Spencer read off the case file to the team as they all sat on the jet.

Derek spoke up looking confused, "Wait, Wait. Back up. Back up. He stabbed her... and then strangled her to finish her off?"

"Other way around. Why do you think her started using the belt with the second murder." Gideon disagreed with Derek before looking towards the Twins specifically in question.

Spencer hesitated for a second which caught Nicolette attention who spoke up from across the table sensing her brother did not want to say it, " Strangulation with your bare hands is not at easy as one would believe. He tried probably found it took too long." Nicolette blunty informed them.

"So he stabbed her instead." Derek realized, Nicolette nodded towards Derek in agreement.

"And he realized it would he hours cleaning up the blood." Hotch explained agreeing with them.

"Next time, Our boy's got a method— the belt." Derek added onto the others statements.

"He's learning, perfecting his scenario. Becoming a better Killer." Gideon told them.

The team all were doing their own things on the plane. Gideon is looking out the window in the plane deep in thought, Hotch is working on different case files and Spencer is reading some books. Nicolette is sketching in her notebook when Derek sat down next to her, though she doesn't look up at him when he does.

Derek pulled out a case file but Nicolette felt his many glances at her, "Yes Morgan?" Nicolette coldly muttered, still finding him just as insufferable as the day she met him.

"Nothing Nico." Derek just shrugged acting innocent, even though he is still puzzled why she still seems to barely tolerate him, he only flirts with her a few times, a day.

Nicolette looked up at him and glared, "Don't call me that." Nicolette has always despised the nickname Nico. Derek is always trying to call her Nico and she hates it.

"Alright." Derek backed off knowing she has a few knifes on her that he does not want to be on the wrong end of, but that doesn't mean he will stop calling her that.

Spencer looked up from his book sensing Nicolette's annoyance towards Derek, He slowly shook his head before looking back at his book.

-

A dog barked straight at the Spencer Reid who quickly flinched back, Nicolette had a small smirk of amusement at seeing another dog not like her brother.

"Sandy, no, no, no. I'm so sorry sorry." The brother of the victim quickly apologized to the three of them.

"No it's ok. It's what we call the Reid Effect." Hotch told them man, "Happens with children too."

Nicolette smirked slighty looking at her brother and he fondly rolled his eyes.

"I'm Agent Hotchner, They are special Agents Reid." Hotch informs the man.

The man looks at the twins incredulously, "You look to young to go to have gone to medical school."

The twins both let out a laugh, Spencer's was awkard and Nicolette's was a fake chuckle, both having heard the sentence already hundreds of times.

"They're Ph.D.s. 3 of them." Spencer casually informs the man who looks shocked.

"Are you guys genius's or something?" The man questioned them both.

"I don't believe that intelligence can be accurately quantified— but we do have an I.Q. of 187 and an eidetic memory and we can read 20,000 words per minute." Spencer rambled stumbling over his words.

"Yes we're genius's." Nicolette coldly spoke up very gently cutting her twin brother off only because she knew he was awkwardly rambling because he uncomfortable not because he wanted to share a stat. Spencer gave her a thankful look.

Nicolette and Spencer both start walking around the house looking at different things.

Hotch quickly smiles at the man before talking towards the dog as he pets her, "Sandy, you get a-lot of attention, don't you?"

"Yeah Heather loves the dog," The man told Hotch. "I feed her when heathers away. Usually, She's fine, but... lately, she won't eat. It's almost like she can sense something's wrong."

"Not sense. Smell. Our apocrine sweat gland releases secretions in response to emotional stress." Reid pipped in before causally walking towards his sister who was looking at the car magazines deep in thought.

"Sandy's worried because she knows you are." Hotch reassured the man.

Nicolette kept looking at the magazines drop in though before she asked a question deep in thought, "David, does your sister drive a Datsun Z?"

"No, but she's in the market for one. How'd you know?" David questions Nicolette in who return held up the magazine.

"There's an immediate relationship established between a buyer and a seller. A level of trust. If i want to coax a young women into my car..." Nicolette spoke looking at the other two as she trailed off.

Hotch nodded coming to a realization, "Offer her a test drive."

—

"I'm going up." Hotch told Gideon while quickly walking on the stairs of the house up to where Nicolette was already.

Gideon walks into the house meeting Spencer, who quickly informs him, "There's no sign of the girl here. We can arrest him with probable cause, but we won't be able to hold him. Slessman's been at the top of the suspect list."

"Is that the mother?" Gideon asked Spencer, looking over at the woman.

"Grandmother. The mother died in a fire when he was 13." Elle Greenaway said as she walked over to the two of them, sending a soft smile to Spencer.

"Probably not the only fire in his childhood." Gideon muttered.

"Before his son of damn murders, David Berkowitz set a multitude of fires." Spencer tells them as they walk into another room, He smiled back at Elle having not seen her in a few months.

"Exactly how much is a multitude?" Derek questions back.

"According to his diary, 1,400 and-" Spencer began telling before Elle pipped in.

"88."

"Luring him our was your idea right? Greenaway?" Gideon stated looking over at her with curios eyes.

"Elle. I don't send a swat team into a house with children." She sternly corrected.

"Hotch says your background is in sex offender cases. What can you tell us?" Gideon questioned Elle.

"The last four murder show he's and anger-excitation rapist. He'll keep a victim for a couple of days. He probably records or videotapes them so that he can keep reveling the fantasy." Elle professionally answered back.

"You ok with Hotch being in on the interview?" Gideon inquired.

"I'd like him to lead, actually." Elle replied back nodding.

"Fine. But hold off." Gideon agreed. "Slessman's done time, and he knows the process, and all you will get now is a demand for a lawyer."

"Hotch lets check the garage." Gideon called up the stairs as he walked away.

Elle squeezed Spencer's shoulder giving him a smile knowing they would catch up more after the case but it was really good to see one of her best friends.

Derek narrowed his eyes at the touch knowing Spencer doesn't prefer touch unless it's Nicolette's but couldn't question it as Elle turned to him, and he teasingly told her, "Next time, show a little leg." Derek turned around and started heading up the stairs with Elle following.

"Morgan, the only time you're gonna see a little leg from me is when i'm about to kick your ass." Elle replied back to his comment while pointing a finger at him.

"I still teach hand to hand over at quantico. If you need a little brush-up training." Derek jokingly flirting with her.

"Seriously. I want the opening at the Bau. You got any advice." Elle asked completely serious, She wants to be on BAU because her best friends and family are part of this team and it would give her a chance to see them more.

"Just trust your instincts." Derek told her back, knowing they will help her the most in the job.

They heard the sound of a door opening at the end of the hallway, Derek and Elle turned there heads to see Nicolette walking out with a file in her hand reading not noticing the two of them in the hallway.

"Nico." Derek called out, Nicolette's head snapped up looking annoyed at the nickname before the annoyed look disappeared seeing the girl who was standing next to him, "Nico this is-"

"Elle." Nicolette interrupted him smiling slighty at her best friend, not knowing she was working this case too.

Elle grinned happily seeing her other best friend and pulled her into a quick hug. Nicolette squeezed her back before stepping back.

"You know her." Derek stated watching the two and now realized why Spencer let Elle touch him.

Nicolette just hummed, "There looking for you in the bedroom."

Derek simply nodded knowing she would not talk about it, "Thanks Nico.”

Nicolette rolled her eyes before responding back, "What did i say about calling me Nico."

"Not to." Derek spoke with a cheeky smile.

"And you still do. Shocker." Nicolette sarcastically replied back. Elle looked between the two and her lips pursed in a knowing smile, she had heard all about the "annoying" Morgan from Nicolette.

—

Derek walks into Richards bedroom looking around at everything in the room.

"Somethings not right about this." Derek muttered to himself as he continued to look around. "This is a boys room not a man's."

"Exactly what i was thinking." Nicolette told him as she leaned against the doorframe watching him.

Derek turned around surprised to see her standing there "How long have you been there?" Derek swears Nicolette is always silent like a Ninja.

Nicolette nonchalantly shrugged crossing her arms over her chest finding it amusing how easy it is to sneak up on him, "Awhile. You know for an FBI agent you are terrible at knowing there's someone behind you.”

"Your quiet." Derek weakly defended. Nicolette just raised an eyebrow and hummed, before turning around and walking out the door as Derek watched her leave.

—

Nicolette and Giedon listened to the conversation Hotch was having with e grandmother.

"Well, there was... there was this one young man. I think his name was Charlie." The grandmother hesitatingly told Hotch.

"Cross-Reference Charlie for the second unsub." Gideon told Nicolette.

Nicolette was already typing before he asked, "Already on it boss. Charlie is most likely Charles Linder. He was Slessman's cellmate and received a dishonorable discharge from the military."

"He's bigger. tougher. He could of protected Richard in prison. Where were they incarcerated." Gideon questioned her always asking the Twins questions trying to get them to be even better..

Nicolette quickly replied back, "Cascadia. Less than a mile from here."

"Let's go." Gideon told her as he started to walk to the door, Nicolette followed right behind him grabbing her leather jacket off the chair on the way out.

—

"Anyone can tell us more about slessman." Gideon asks as Nicolette walked with him into the prison on her phone.

"Tim Vogel was the security guard covering Slessman's block. That's him over there. I'll get him for you." The Warden told Gideon pointing towards a man.

Nicolette hung up her phone before walking over to Gideon, "That was Hotch. Linder's name came up on a police report."

Gideon raised an eyebrow, "And?"

"He's dead," Nicolette bluntly told him, "Car accident, 2 months ago."

—

"To bad you guys came here for nothing. I mean talk about scum. I can't remember how many times i put Linder in solitary for causing trouble with us," Tim Vogel spat as he used his keys to open a door while Gideon and Nicolette followed him, "You think the inmates woukd try to stay on our hood side, right? Especially since half our job is protecting them from each other."

Nicolette eyed Vogel suspiciously when he specifically said "protect them."

"You protect them?" Gideon asks just as suspicious of Vogel, sharing a very quick glance with his mentee.

"If your a little white guy? Especially in a prison like this." Vogel whispered out.

"Lindera's 6'4" You talking about Slessman?" Gideon inquired.

Vogel nodded back, "Oh, Yeah."

"Thanks for your help." Gideon spoke as he and Nicolette looked at Vogel’s keys.

—

"He befriend Richard, Protected him, made him feel like he owed him." Gideon told Nicolette as they walked outside the Prison towards the car.

"He fits the Profile. And did you see them?" Nicolette easily replied back.

"The Keys." Gideon answered her question, she hummed in agreement as they got into their car.

A bright orange Volvo P1300 pulls out of the prison parking loot and onto the the road.

"Hotch i just found your leverage. His name is Timothy Vogel." Gideon said into the phone as he sat in the passenger, While Nicolette quickly pulled out and followed the car.

—

"Boss, there's something off, we're gonna need to pull him over." Nicolette told Gideon as she continued to tail the orange car.

Gideon knew Nicolette was right but he wanted to test her as he always does, "You wanna stop him, you give me a reason."

"His behavior. When we left him, he was nervous, unsettled. But now he's stopping at every stop sign. He's using his blinker at every turn. He's slowing at yellow lights. This is not someone who is rushing to kill and dump a body." Nicolette nonchalantly listed, Gideon felt a sense of pride at her intelligence.

"Ok. Do it." Gideon replied back. Nicolette quickly put on the sirens pulling over the Orange car.

The two of them quickly got out of the car with there guns drawn towards the car.

"FBI. Put your hands up where we can see them!" Nicolette coldly called out, "Put your hands through the window now!"

The man slowly put his hands out.

"With your left hand i want your to open the car door from the outside." Nicolette coldly told the man. The man slowly open the door getting out, Nicolette quickly grabbed him putting him on the ground with her gun facing his back.

"It's not him." Nicolette said annoyed as she stood back up.

"Where is he? Where is he?" Gideon sternly questioned.

"I don't know!" The man desperately said.

Gideon asked still pointing his gun at the man, "What are you doing driving his car?"

"He came up to me in the garage after our shift ended. He asked if he could borrow my truck." The man quickly explained to the other two.

"He dumping the body." Nicolette quickly realized.

"What's the make? What's the make?" Gideon angrily questioned.

The man anwsered back, "Dodge Dakota!"

—

Nicolette and Gideon pulled up to the shipyard, slipping there jackets on as they got out of the car, both pulling out there guns.

They soundlessly walk across a bridge.

Gideon and Nicolette continued soundlessly walking on the shipyard with guns still drawn, Nicolette was a bit behind Gideon covering him from behind him.

"Listen to me. You need to wait for backup." Derek sternly told Nicolette, once she answered the phone.

"If we wait, the girl is dead." Nicolette stubbornly told him back through the phone as she continued walking.

"And if we had waited in Boston— " Derek quickly began saying.

"I can't. I trust my instincts." Nicolette cut him off before hanging up on him. Derek rubs a hand down his face in frustration at her stubbornness.

Heather screams as Vogel grabs from behind pointing a gun at her.

"Stop. Stop." Gideon yelled holding his gun at Vogel.

"Get back! I'll shoot her." Vogel yelled back holding a gun at a crying Heather.

"I wouldn't. If u were you, if sun the gun at me. You shoot the girl, you got nothing." Gideon calmly spoke.

Vogel snapped, " Get... back!"

Vogel didn't see Nicolette sneaking up on him with her gun aimed at straight at him.

"Shoot me instead. Come on. What, are you a lousy shot?" Gideon insisted putting his hands up his gun not aiming at Vogel anymore, knowing Nicolette has got his back, "50 feet away. You got a perfect shot. Shoot me."

"You think i'm stupid." Vogel questioned him still holding a struggling, crying Heather.

"I think you're an absolute moron," Gideon causally told him, "I know all about ya, Tim. You're at the gun 5 times a week. You drive a flashy car. You stink of Cologne, and you cant get it up. Not even viagra's working for ya. You know what that tells me? That tells me that you are hopelessly compensating, and it's not just in your head. It is physical. What did the girls call you in high school? What'd they come up with when you fumbled your way into some girls pants, and she started laughing when she got a good look at just how little you had to offer?"

"Shut up!" Vogel screamed in anger, Gideon's words going to his head.

Gideon throughly ignored him, "Short stack? Very little Vogel? I got it. Tiny Tim." Gideon smiled mockingly.

Vogel pushed Heather away aiming his gun towards Gideon, Nicolette quickly saw this and didn't hesitate to shoot him right into the forhead, Vogel's bullet hit Gideon on the top of the shoulder making him fall back from the force.

"Gideon!" Nicolette called out worriedly, she quickly ran up to him, "Are you ok?

"I'm fine, Go look after the girl." Gideon reassured her, Nicolette nodded not before casting one more worried look at Gideon before jogging towards Heather.

—

Nicolette helped the paramedics get Heather onto to the gurney, before hearing her name being called by her favorite voice.

"Cole!" Spencer Reid called out worriedly quickly rushing towards his sister once he saw the back of her head and her long curls.

Nicolette turned around to see Spencer rushing towards her, "Hey Spence—"

She was quickly cut off by Spencer hugging her tightly, Nicolette although confused hugged her brother back.

"What's wrong Spence?" Nicolette softly asked her twin brother once they pulled away.

Spencer shook his head, "Nothing i was worrying over you." He heard an FBI agent had gotten shot over the radio and was worried.

Nicolette softly smiled before giving his hand a small reassuring squeeze understanding where he is coming from.

—

Derek sat on a crate with Hotch standing next to him at the shipyard watching Gideon walk by them.

"So what kind of report do they want on him?" Derek curiously asked, he knew Hotch was overseeing Gideon for the board.

"I suppose whether he's fit to be a field agent," Hotch replied back, "You know, Hayley and I were looking at a baby names book. Guess what Gideon means in Hebrew."

"Mighty warrior." Spencer and Nicolette casually pipped in, in unison as they walk toward them.

"Appropriate." Spencer said as they walked by Derek and Morgan.

Derek just chuckled sharing a look with Hotch.

[hotchy-poo]

Five Minutes

a/n: This is my literal first ever piece of fanfiction I've ever written so bare with me please, any and all feedback I would love. This is based off of season 3 episode 20 Lo-Fi.

Summary: The final moments of a terrorism case and too many close calls leaves the reader more shaken than usual.

GN!reader x BAU!Team, some slight Hotch x Reader, maybe Morgan x Reader if you look hard enough.

Word Count: 1.7k

cw: some swearing, discussions of death and explosions

You can hear your heart thudding in your chest, it feels like your ears are ringing but you can still clearly hear the sounds of the shoes and boots you and most of your team were wearing. Dave and Hotch had pieced it together that the profile your team had been putting together was wrong, it wasn't a trio or duo of serial killers, it was a home grown terrorism attack, and it was going to take place in a hospital in downtown New York. The hospital you and your team are currently in. Almost your entire attention is being put towards sweeping the parking lot searching for the terrorist ambulance driver.

The rest of your brain was occupied with two thoughts. 1. Where the hell is Derek Morgan and 2. That surveillance video of Kate Joyner's SUV blowing up, sending her and Hotch flying. He's behind you now, you can hear the change in his gait, his limp from the shrapnel cutting its way into his leg. You also know his face is scratched to hell and his ear is bleeding. Part of you wishes he would have sat this out due to his injuries but everyone knows he's allergic to taking care of himself.

Turning the corner, gun in hand, finger on trigger, you shake those last two thoughts from your head. All focus needs to be on this current situation. Reid nods towards the elevator and you see the dead special service agents lying there covered in blood. One of their legs in the way of the door preventing it from closing all the way.

Your attention is then drawn to a man who is sitting on the concrete floor with his legs crossed. A phone in one hand and a knife in the other. The team surrounds him, guns raised and ready. You notice his EMS uniform and know this is one of the UnSubs, the master bomber. You also notice the lack of ambulance with a bomb that would decimate this hospital and surrounding buildings. The bomber decides he won't be arrested and uses the knife to end his life, proving that he would kill and be killed for his cause.

A faint explosion is heard far in the distance as Hotch calls in that the hospital is secure. The tension could be felt in everyone's chest as they turned their heads to the sound, making eye contact with others, panic visible in their expressions. Reids phone rings and he immediately answers, only a second passing before his whole body sags with relief as he hears Morgans voice on the other side letting him know he is ok and the bomb exploded in a safe location away from the city and its residents. Relief fills your chest as you realize everyone is safe and that another case has come to an end. And while it may not have been the ending anyone wanted, it was over and you looked forward to leaving this experience in the past.

You had barely gotten enough sleep in your hotel room, expecting to have passed out from exhaustion from the events of the case, but you found yourself thinking of all of the what ifs. What if Morgan hadn't of gotten to a safe location in the ambulance, or what if he hadn't gotten out in time, what if Garcia couldn't have jammed the cell towers like she did, what if Hotch had been closer to the SUV or even inside of it. Tossing and turning all night left you quieter than usual in the morning and it was not unnoticed by your team.

Reid, Morgan, Garcia, Prentiss, JJ, and Rossi said their goodbyes and see you laters to you and Hotch outside the federal building. You offered to make the drive with the injured man and Morgan was more than happy to let you as he wanted to lay down on the flight and drink his Cristal. Keys in hand you and Hotch begin the walk to the black SUV you would be driving, subconsciously you brace for some sort of impact as you approach the vehicle and before you can try to play it off Hotchner is suddenly standing in front of you with a concerned look in his eye.

"Everything ok Agent L/N?" he asks raising his eyebrow.

You brush him off trying to step around him "yeah of course I'm fine." Hotch shuffles his feet and prevents you from walking away. "I'm just not super excited for the long drive Hotch, I'm good."

You hope that that was enough to sway him and you think is has as he lets you step around him. Just as you reach for the cars handle to throw your bag in the back, you feel his hand grasp your elbow and turn you to face him.

"You know" he begins "it's ok to be upset, what we all just went through in the past couple of days was hard and damaging, and its ok to feel conflicted, or sad, or angry." He moves his head trying to make eye contact with you but your eyes are firmly placed on the sidewalk. Knowing that if you try to explain what it is that you are feeling it might all come out as word vomit and your emotions might get the best of you.

"I'm good Hotch" you respond still not making eye contact "let's just go." You pull your arm out of his grasp before throwing yours and his bag in the back seat. Shutting the door you go to walk to the drivers side when Hotch calls your name.

"Y/N." Him saying your name doesn't leave room for you to walk away. You slowly turn to face him and you see his lips in a straight line and his eyebrows furrowed. He starts to walk towards you, his limp so prevalent and you can't keep it together anymore. Your eyes fill with tears threatening to spill over and you know that if you start to cry you won't be able to stop.

Hotch gently grabs your shoulder and sighs as he asks you again if you're ok and you can't keep your emotions and tears at bay any longer. Tears start to fall down your cheeks as you try to speak.

"It's just... this case was so much... we thought we had it figured out and that we could catch them but they were always a step ahead of us" The tears keep rolling and you can't stop talking even if you wanted too. A sob breaks out of your mouth and you drop your head as your body shakes with your cries. "All I can think about is the what ifs, all I can see is that surveillance video of you being BLOWN up Hotch" You're aware that your voice is much louder than it needs to be and Hotch's ear rings and aches but he acts like it doesn't bother him. "You got flung across a street Hotch! Derek climbed into a goddamn ambulance with an explosive that would have decimated three blocks of this city at least!" Your breathing is erratic, chest falling and raising quickly. You're using your hands very expressively and Hotch grabs both of your arms to try and slow you down.

"I need you to breathe Y/N" he says but you're not listening.

"I thought you had died when I saw that video!" you sob. " And you weren't answering your phone!"

"I left it behind, I forgot about it" He responds "I didn't mean to I'm sorry" his voice is quiet and gentle.

"And then once we were in the hospital Derek took off like a madman and when the ambulance blew up I thought he was in it!" You are still almost yelling, the tears have not slowed at all, in fact they may have sped up. You keep rambling about how you thought you had lost Hotch and then how you thought you had lost Derek. Starting to stumble over your words you stop talking and just start to sob, pulling your hands up over your face.

Suddenly you're pulled into Hotch's chest, one arm wraps around the middle of your back securing you to him, and the other goes to the back of your head. You can his thumb moving on your back trying to calm you. You know your tears are staining his clothes but you can't seem to care, you also wouldn't be able to escape his hug even if you wanted to.

He holds you as you cry, not caring that you are on a busy sidewalk, ignoring peering eyes. His only concern right now is you.

"I know that this case was a lot Y/N" he begins "this case demanded a lot of us, and we were put into dangerous situations. But I'm ok" He moves his hands to grab the sides of your face and pull your head up so that you can look at each other. "Derek and I are ok, some healing time is necessary but we're alive and well."

Your cries have stopped and now you're just left with a runny nose. Sniffling you take a step out of the embrace allowing his hands to fall back to his sides. You let out a singular breathy laugh and wipe your face with your hands.

"You're right" you agree with him, Derek and Hotch are alive and that is what matters the most. "I'm still gonna kick Derek's ass for what he did."

Hotch exhales through his nose and cracks a small smile "why don't we start driving back to Quantico L/N, its a long journey ahead of us."

You nod and climb into the drivers seat of the car, immediately refusing his offer to drive. Turning the key in the ignition and plugging in the offices address into the GPS, you take one deep breath and let it out slowly as you turn on the blinker and pull out into traffic.

The car is silent for a few minutes before you decide to break it

"Hotch?" you ask. He turns his head to you, prompting you to continue, "promise me you won't tell the others that I just cried in your arms for a minute in the middle of down town New York?" You glance over at him and you see a small smirk form on his face.

"I would never" he responds. I also won't say that it was five minutes not one he thinks to himself.

a/n ok im kinda proud of this, and i hope i can articulate myself well enough, literally just watched this episode for the first time and i cried. if it sucks or you have any tips for me to write better please let me know! I really hope you enjoy it and I hope i get to make more fics hehe

[lumillsie]

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ criminal minds masterlist. ੈ✩‧₊˚

╰┈➤ aaron hotchner, jennifer jareau, kate callahan, emily prentiss, elle greenaway, spencer reid, derek morgan, luke alvez, penelope garcia, tara lewis, jason gideon, david rossi, will lamontagne

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ aaron hotchner. ੈ✩‧₊˚

tba.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ jennifer jareau. ੈ✩‧₊˚

tba.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ kate callahan. ੈ✩‧₊˚

tba.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ emily prentiss. ੈ✩‧₊˚

tba.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ elle greenaway. ੈ✩‧₊˚

tba.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ spencer reid. ੈ✩‧₊˚

tba.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ derek morgan. ੈ✩‧₊˚

tba.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ luke alvez. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ penelope garcia. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ tara lewis. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ jason gideon. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ david rossi. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ will lamontagne. ੈ✩‧₊˚

tba.

[loganwritesprobably]

Didn't include this on my Peter headcanons post cause it deserves its own post

I'm so deeply attached and in love with the idea that a younger Peter Hale dated the grown Deucalion

I know it was intended and everyone sees chemistry between Deucalion and Talia but I'm sorry I think the blind man is gay

And the idea of Peter having a healthy younger person/older person relationship (all legal, thank you) and maybe Derek is the only one who knew about it (even if Peter didn't know that)

So when Derek gets with Kate.. he's like yeah.. this made uncle Peter happy I can be happy too

But also Peter having control issues when he was younger like Derek did and Deucalion becoming a more stable anchor for him after they start dating

But it definitely started as a sex thing

They never officially broke up either, Deucalion lost his sight and went batshit and just never spoke to Peter again

Before Deucalion Peter still dated Chris

Making Derek and Peter paralells

Chris/Paige, Deucalion/Kate

It's just way more tragic for Derek because I love a tragic man

And then as adults the two bond over it and Peter gets to be sorry that he was a bad example/didn't help like he should've in the past

Thank you for coming to my TedTalk

[noturlondonboy]

We Lived Our Time // Masterlist

We Live in Time/Bishova crossover

SPOILER WARNING: the summary and tags for this fanfiction contain spoilers for We Live in Time. You are responsible for your own content consumption. Spoilers below the cut.

Spoiler free A/N: We Live in Time is steadily becoming available to more and more people, so I thought it would be a good time to put this up on Tumblr. I started writing it about ten minuets after I got home from seeing it for the first time the first day it was in theaters in my state in October. I am so incredibly in love with all of these characters, as I know you likely are too. I hope you enjoy <3 please leave comments or silly tags in reblogs, external validation feeds me and I thrive on the approval of strangers.

This fic can also be found on ao3 under the same user and title.

Summary: Kate Bishop says goodbye to her wife and son. Almut Brühl says goodbye to her fiancé and daughter. Their lives have always been destined to collide. Their deaths are no different.

Tags/cw/tw: dead Kate, dead Almut, single dad Tobias, single mom Yelena, Derek Bishop-Belova, I named the dog Paddington, platonic Tobias/Yelena, platonic Almut/Yelena, platonic Tobias/Kate, romantic Kate/Almut, Wagathario on the side, Billy/Tommy/Nicky Maximoff/Harkness/Vidal (Jesus Christ), weird space/time multidimensional shit, lots of fucking angst, but also lots of fluff, talk of cancer and illness because it’s unavoidable, main character death, grief, trauma, life after love, love after life, fuck the fourth wall and any concept of logic, these are MY barbies, hurt/comfort, weird sort of soulmate concept au, I’ll never shut up about how Kate and Yelena find each other in every single timeline and lifespan, Derek and Ella are gonna be buds, fix it fic but not really, crossover, au, bisexual Almut makes her reappearance, the movie hurt me beyond repair and writing this makes it worse.

A/N: I have nothing else to say other than I sincerely hope you enjoy, and I would absolutely love to hear your thoughts on We Live in Time.

Logistics-

Currentish total word count: 8.4k

Chapters: 6/??

Chapters:

(Will be linked as I post them)

One

Two

Three

Four

Five

Six

[jocollins]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale & Stiles Stilinski Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Kate Argent Additional Tags: Attempted Kidnapping, Warning: Kate Argent, talks about past SA, no on page rape, just mentioning past Kate's doings in SA, Post-Nogitsune Stiles Stilinski, Post-Nogitsune Arc (Teen Wolf), Darker Stiles, Blood and Injury, some violence, lots of talking, Dark Stiles Stilinski, but not really just a bit, I have no idea what to tag Summary:

Stiles gets kidnapped by Kate but it doesn’t go as planned.

[ssa-neeks-prentiss]

Who I write for :

Criminal Minds

- Emily Prentiss

- Aaron Hotchner

- Spencer Reid

- Jennifer Jareau

- Alex Blake

- Elle Greenaway

- Derek Morgan

- Penelope Garcia

- David Rossi

- Jason Gideon

- Kate Callahan

- Ashley Seaver

Marvel

- Natasha Romanoff

- Yelena Belova(Platonic only)

- Kate Bishop

- Wanda Maximoff

- Carol Danvers

- Tony Stark

Brooklyn 99

- Rosa Diaz

- Amy Santiago

- Gina Linetti

Percy Jackson

- Annabeth Chase

- Hazel Levesque

- Piper McLean (Female reader only)

- Nico Di Angelo (Male reader only)

- Percy Jackson

- Frank Zhang

- Leo Valdez

- Jason Grace

- Reyna Ramirez-Arellano (Platonic Only)

- Will Solace

- Thalia Grace (Platonic only)

- Clarisse La Rue

AGGGTM

- Pippa Fitz-Amobi

- Ravi Singh

- Cara Ward

- Naomi Ward

Wednesday

- Wednesday Addams x reader

- Enid Sinclair x reader

Please request something! Anything really :)

[haletostilinski]

Best Teen Wolf Ship: Round 1

[alexblakehusband]

kate: we should dig a hole in the park and name it “love”

alex: uh, but why?

kate: so we can watch people fall in love!

alex:

derek: I HAVE A SHOVEL–

alex: NO!

[stttarkeys]

𝐨𝐡 𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧: spencer reid x amelia schuyler-jones prt 1

context: amelia schuyler gets kidnapped by her fathers killer, the bau race to find where she is. characters: amelia schuyler-jones, tyler schuyler-jones, aaron hotchner, spencer reid, & the rest of the BAU word count: book: Lucky (wattpad published) note; this is from a unpublished chapter of my book, so please do not steal :) gif below is mine :)

It was meant to be the happiest day of her life, of hers and Spencer's life. After their wedding being pushed back so much due to their job it sometimes felt like it would have just been better to just go down to the courthouse and get married there, but Spencer was not going to let Amelia's dreams die of a traditional wedding go because of their job. Being apart of the Bureau had its perks and cons, but they would not change it for the world. They were meant to be married about eight months ago but three days before their special day they were called to her home town of New York for a case. - Amelia had been sitting at her vanity for what felt like hours by now, of course she wanted to marry Spencer, he is the best thing that has ever happened to her, and vice versa for Spencer. They were like two Lego pieces that did not fit with anyone but each other. Twin flame as David Rossi would put it. There was a light knock on the door that pulled Amelia from her dazed state. "Come in." Amelia called out to whoever the person was knocking on her door. Penelope and Derek made their way through the doorway, Pen already had tears in her eyes from one glance at Amelia. "Omg, omg, omg! You look like a Disney princess!" Penelope exclaimed to Amelia, this made the blonde haired girl smile. "Thank you Pen." There was a shy smile on her face, which was not normal. But due to the fact that all of the attention was on her and Spencer it made it all feel more real that they were getting married. "I think this is the first time that I have ever seen Agent Derek Morgan speechless. What about you Pen?" Amelia chuckled lightly as she looked at Derek, he was in his own emerald green suit (that both Spencer and herself had chosen). Derek looked at Amelia like she was an angel, of course Amelia was beautiful there was no doubt about it, but damn. Derek was speechless.

"Amelia Love Schuyler-Jones you are the worlds most beautiful bride." He reached his hand out for Amelia to take, which she did. "Give us a twirl then!" Derek says with excitement in his voice. Amelia did what he asked and gave a small twirl, giggling slightly as she did so. "We just came here to say there everyone is here, and David is read when you are." Derek states. Amelia sucked some air in between her lips, both Penelope and Derek can sense that she was nervous. They both moved in closer and hugged the girl. "I am okay. I am just upset that neither my dad or Tyler is here with us today. I know Dessa is and their kids are but I wanted Tyler and dad to walk me down the aisle, not to have them watch from the sky." Amelia said as she moved away from the hug that Pen and Derek offered. "We know." Derek starts. "But like you just said, they are both watching over you and they are so proud of you." Derek kisses her forehead lightly and then leaves the room with Pen following behind him.

She clenched her hand around the small cross that was around her neck, her faith and belief was going to be one of the only things that was going to help her keep it together whenever her family was mentioned to her. Another knock on her door brought her back to reality. What could Penelope and Derek forgotten? They were just in here for less than five minutes. Before she even reached the door handle, there was a loud bang outside of the room she was in, this made her raced back to the vanity reach into her hand bag and place her hand onto the glock that she had in it. It was known to her yet but the body of one Detective James McCrae was watching into the room that Amelia was in, this was his chance to reach in and steal the FBI agent from the happiest day of her life, he did not care about her whatsoever he just wanted to punish the agent for putting his own daughter in prison.

With Amelia's eyes trained on the front door of the room James was able to get through the window without her detection. With the crowbar in his right hand ready to swing he stepped closer, and closer to her body. Whack! James hit Amelia's body, making her fire off a round of ammunition into her purse (knowing that someone would be bound to hear it) Amelia fell to the ground beneath her, face first her hands breaking the fall that would have broken her nose. Quickly she turned onto her back looking at her assailant but to her dismay he was wearing a ski mask that was covering his face, but his body figure looked familiar to her some how.

"Derek! Penelope!" Amelia called out to the two agents that left not too long ago, hoping that at least one of them would hear her cry out for help. "Derek!" She cries out again. "Oh my dear." There it was, that thick Scottish accent spoke to her. "No one is coming for you, no one will ever be coming for you, ever again." James McCrae looked over Amelia's body as he stood all over her, he knew that no one would hear her cries out for help. They were too far away from her room to do anything about it now.

"Spencer!" Amelia calls out one last time before her assailant knocked her out cold, redness and blood immediately started to pool out of her nose and her ear, which was from the contact from the baseball bat that he had in his hand.

James was somehow able to get Amelia into the trunk of his car without gaining the attention of the emerging guests that were arriving at the church in Vegas. It would be less than hour before David Rossi made his way to the room where Amelia had been all morning to find her not there.. with only a note that the kidnapper had left for Spencer Reid.

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Oh my god Kate literally stuck cords into Derek's fingers.

She put electrical cords. Into. His. Fingers.

How can some of y'all ship Derek with her??! @blurbwitch @axelwolf8109 @hawksatoru

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nicolette reid

Nicolette Walker Reid

height: 5”11

born: october 12, 1981

lives in: quantico, virginia

born in: las vegas, nevada

education: three PhD’s in chemistry, engineering, sociology and two BAs in mathematics and psychology

previous school: CalTech

IQ: 187

current occupation: fbi agent for the bau unit

nicknames: nick, nicky, cole, nico, letty

personality: closed off, very sarcastic and seems cold to most people, can be very sassy most of the time, very intimidating and tends to never show any weakness

hobbies: drawing and painting, taking fighting classes, playing the piano and reading

likes: being at the beach, chocolate covered pretzels, learning how to use new weapons, anything leather

dislikes: sweet coffee, annoying people or overly talkative, her father, not wearing a leather jacket, heeled shoes

weaknesses: protectiveness of the ones she loves, can be too closed off at times, worries more about others than herself

parents: diana and william reid

siblings: spencer reid (younger twin brother.)

godchildren: jack hotchner

inspiration for this from @wintfleur so thank you my love for letting me do this! :)