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Vanessa Bell
Artist: Duncan Grant (Scottish, 1885-1978)
Date: c. 11918
Medium: Oil on canvas
Collection: National Portrait Gallery, London, United Kingdom
Vanessa Bell
Vanessa Bell (née Stephen; 30 May 1879 – 7 April 1961) was an English painter and interior designer, a member of the Bloomsbury Group and the sister of Virginia Woolf (née Stephen).
#painting#portrait#vanessa bell#seated#rose#three quarter length#chair#necklace#red dress with printed flowers#oil on canvas#artwork#fine art#english painter#bloomsbury group#female painter#scottish art#duncan grant#scottish painter#european art#20th century painting#national portrait gallery
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I made this copper thistle torc. Looks pretty good. May look better with some purple of green crystals on there.
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Antique Scottish Banded Agate Amethyst Heart Padlock Necklace
Source _ Boylerpf.com
#jewelry#jewellery#antique#vintage#boylerpf#antique jewelry#vintage jewelry#sterling silver#amethyst pendant#amethyst#heart necklace#heart pendant#heart padlock#antique padlock#scottish#banded agate
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Princess Caroline Matilda (1751-1775)
Artist: Attributed to Catherine Read (Scottish, 1723-78)
Date: c. 1764
Medium: Oil on paper
Collection: Royal Collection Trust, United Kingdom
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This pastel was probably executed for the sitters' mother, Augusta, Dowager Princess of Wales in c. 1764, possibly by Catherine Read.
Princess Caroline Matilda is shown wearing pastel pink sack-dress with bows on the bodice, her blond hair worn up with pink and white flowers and rope of pearls in it, another rope at her throat.
Caroline Matilda of Great Britain (22 July 1751 – 10 May 1775) was Queen of Denmark and Norway from 1766 to 1772 by marriage to King Christian VII.
#portrait#royal princess#princess caroline matilda#painting#pastel#artwork#fine art#british royal family#half length#pink dress#bows#pink and white flowers#pearl necklace#scottish art#scottish painter#catherine read#house of hanover#british history#royal collection trust#european art#18th century painting#queen of denmark#distant horizon#danish queen
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I’ve been looking for a beautiful moss agate necklace for ages, and finally I found one. This gorgeous ‘Tayside Moss Agate’ necklace was handcrafted by a lovely lady on Folksy. The stone is sourced in Scotland, which makes it even more personal to me and the silver is recycled. Under the stone she will hand stamp a wee image for you … I couldn’t be happier and had to share. She has lots of other items in her shop, all with a link to the Scottish countryside.
You can find her shop ‘Caledonian Keepsakes’ on Folksy … 😃
#scotland#lifestyle#outdoors#adventure#handmade#family#travel#homesteading#craft#countrylife#folksyshop#folksyseller#folksy#folksyscotland#handcrafted#silver#recycled silver#recycle#gemstone#moss agate#greenmossagate#tayside#scottish#necklace#jewellery#jewelry#pretty#happy#shopsmall#shoplocal
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now thinking about what it would look like if reader was betrayed by simon. i just wanna feel the excrutiating pain😞😞🙏🙏
nonny u read my mind!!
simon "ghost" riley x reader
-you meet him while you're shopping for new jewelry. your father, instead of celebrating your birthday with you, sent you a stupid amount of cash with the note, "happy birthday. get yourself something you like."
-he was always away for work. what he did, you never knew. your entire life, he had always been distanced from you despite his friendly, loud demeanor. it was like he was trying to make up for his lack of emotional and physical presence with his smiles and money.
-you believed simon riley was different.
-he tapped you on the shoulder when you were birthday shopping, clearing his throat to drown the nerves as he asked you which of the two necklaces looked better.
-you smiled kindly at him and pointed to the one you thought looked better.
-"who's the lucky lady?"
-"just my mum. figured she deserved something nice and i want it to be special for her."
-you both hit it off immediately.
-his quiet, observant demeanor was a breath of fresh air compared to what you had suffered with your father. he was always listening, keeping his eyes on you, or maybe had an arm around your waist when his attention was required elsewhere.
-he was also incredibly understanding of your situation with your father.
-"i dunno. i thought about having you meet him, but he's just always so busy and it always feels like there's no point in asking him."
-"he's that busy? what's he even do?"
-"couldn't tell you. he can't even be bothered to let me know what's so important that he has to basically ignore me my entire life. i mean, i love him, but..."
-"yeah. i get it."
-eventually, your dad catches on that you're dating someone. it's during his once-a-month call that hears a simon's "ow" following a loud thud.
-when your dad finds out it's your boyfriend, he insists on meeting him.
-"need t' get to know him, is all. especially if he's gonna be my future son-in-law!"
-when you tell simon, he gives you an encouraging nudge toward agreeing. it had been almost a year that you were together, and you were still apprehensive on letting the love of your life and the vague outline of your father meet.
-"he already knows. bet he'll keep asking until you give in, so why not now?"
-your shoulders sag in defeat as you realize he's right. so, you text your dad the details of a meetup.
-simon is oddly silent the entire drive to the restaurant. you assume it's nerves. after all, you can feel your own heart beating furiously against your chest.
-when you're about three blocks away from the restaurant, he pulls over on the curb. it's a dark night and all is quiet. for a moment, you think he's about to chicken out and propose the both of you just go home.
-he leans back in his seat and unlocks the car doors. he raises his hand as a signal and utters a single phrase:
-"don't scream."
-suddenly, the door to your seat is thrown open and someone is tying your hands behind your back and your legs together. the entire time, you're pleading, tears gathering in your eyes with a confused look on your face.
-as the last knot is secured on your legs, you hear a deep voice murmuring an apologetic, "sorry. nothing personal." is that a scottish accent? "ghost, price gave the good to go. we're ready for you."
-the soldier looks into your eyes briefly, nods back at simon, and leaves, shutting the door behind him.
-you turn your gaze back to who you thought was the one.
-"simon?"
-still, he refuses to make eye contact with you. instead, he opens the glove compartment and pulls out a balaclava and mask, pulling the former over his face.
-you can't read his eyes when he finally looks over at you, his expression now covered by a skull.
-"don't try to escape. we've got someone watchin' you, so we'll know."
-"why are you doing this?" your voice is cracking, and the tears are now slowly dribbling down to your chin and onto your lap.
-he doesn't answer you, just giving you a hardened, "i'm sorry," before taking your phone from your bag and leaving you in the dark, suffocating car.
-yeah. you believed simon riley was different.
#call of duty imagine#call of duty x reader#cod x reader#cod imagine#cod mw x reader#simon riley imagine#simon riley x reader#simon ghost riley imagine#simon ghost riley x reader#ghost x reader#ghost imagine#simon riley x you#simon ghost riley x you#ghost x you#cod angst#call of duty angst#simon riley angst#ghost angst#rarawrites
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Portrait of Miss Elizabeth Grant, the Artist's Daughter
Artist: Sir Francis Grant PRA (Scottish, 1803-1878)
Date: c. 1850
Medium: Oil on canvas
Collection: Royal Academy of Arts, London, United Kingdom
#portrait#miss elizabeth grant#woman#oil on canvas#sir francis grant#scottish painter#chair#dog#sitting#necklace#earrings#looking away#three quarter view#european art#19th century#scottish culture#costume
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saw a TikTok that said !boyfriended so hard he bought all of my friends flowers for valentines too” and I just feel like that would definitely be price or Johnny coded bc???
this took my one handed ass 8 hours to type out i sawearrrrrrrr i cannot wait to get my immobilizer off on two weeks
Johnny "Soap" MacTavish – The Overenthusiastic Valentine
You told Soap you and the girls were skipping Valentine's Day in favor of a Galentine’s Night—just drinks, laughter, and a strict no men allowed policy. He grinned, nodded, and said, "Aye, sounds brilliant, lass."
Cut to an hour later: the door bursts open, and in comes Johnny, grinning like an absolute menace, arms overflowing with bouquets—roses, tulips, even some daisies because "they looked happy, just like you." Your friends squeal in delight, totally abandoning the no-men rule as he dramatically hands each of them a bouquet like a Scottish Cupid on a mission.
When he finally gets to you, he pulls out a little box and smirks. "Now, for my favorite lass…" Inside? A delicate silver bracelet with a tiny engraved charm—your initials right next to his.
You barely have time to get misty-eyed before he dips you into a ridiculous, showy kiss that makes your friends clap like an audience at a romcom finale.
"Right then, enjoy yer girls’ night," he says, shooting finger guns on his way out—before immediately tripping over someone's purse and nearly taking out a lamp.
because you cannot convince meeeeeee this isnt him !!!
Captain John Price – The “I Don’t Do Valentine’s” Valentine
Price swore up and down that Valentine's Day was a commercial scam, a cash grab, and "back in my day, we didn’t need a bloody holiday to buy flowers."
And yet.
Here he is, standing in the doorway of your girls' night with a bag of fancy bouquets and an expression that says he’s 50% smug, 50% embarrassed, and 100% in love. Your friends—the same ones who never miss a chance to tease you about your older man—shockingly say nothing. Maybe it’s because they're too busy swooning over their own flowers.
You raise an eyebrow at him. "Thought you didn’t do Valentine’s?"
"I don’t," he says, placing a velvet box in your hand. Inside is a delicate gold necklace, simple and classic, just like him. "But I do you."
Your friends audibly lose it in the background.
Before you can process how sweet he is, he grabs you by the waist and kisses you—slow, deep, the kind that makes your heart stutter like you’re some love-drunk teenager.
Then he pulls back, smirks, and grumbles, "Right. That’s enough. Go back to your bloody wine night before I get roped into a romcom marathon."
And just like that, he’s gone—leaving you breathless, your friends speechless, and Valentine’s Day officially his thing now, whether he likes it or not.
ughhhhhhhhh i need this
#johnny soap mactavish#captain john price#cod blurbs#soap cod#john price#johnny soap mactavish x reader
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biker!141 are big, mean looking men. they’ve done things the average human could never even begin to imagine. they answer to no one but themselves.
but when it came to you, these fearsome men caved almost instantly.
“what’s a pretty girl like you working at a place like this?” the man with dark hair and muttonchops, the name ‘price’ patched into his cut. “you don’t seem like the type to want to interact with sweaty men all night.”
“oh is that right?” you snort, wiping down a few of the freshly cleaned glasses. “and what type of girl do i seem like?”
“you belong in a museum,” the man with a a faux hawk and scottish accent begins, presumably ‘soap’ from his dingy patch. “you’re quite the sight for sore eyes, lass.”
you shake your head with a bright smile, the attention being solely on you at this point isn’t necessarily a bad thing; you’ve got nothing better to do.
“right you are, soap, i could look at you all day." the boyish one, 'gaz', rests his chin in his palm.
"although the flattery is much appreciated, i still have a job to do." you lean over the counter. "what'll it be, boys?"
"you, of course." price winks at you, resting his forearms against the bar. "but i guess i'll have to settle for the next best thing: a pint of your finest."
while pouring their drinks, the one who hides behind a skull balaclava, 'ghost', speaks up. "you never answered the question, love. what's with being a bar maid?"
"well, if you must know," you slide the full glasses toward the men. "i run the place. it pays the bills and i meet interesting characters to fill my time."
"love me a working woman. when we getting married?" soap asks after skulling his drink. you smile and shake your head, taking the empty glass from him.
"need a ring first, hon."
the weeks following the first interaction, they'd made it apparent they were making this their new hangout. they'd bring you all sorts of gifts: namely homemade meals from gaz, a new cut from price with the word 'birdie' patched on, a golden necklace with a small motorcycle pendant from soap, and an assortment of flowers from ghost.
"i know it's not a ring, but you seem more like a necklace girl if i do say so myself." soap pointed to his gift hanging from your neck as you put ghost's flowers in a vase.
"very observant, soap. gold star for you." you pour them their usuals, sliding their glasses to them.
"didn't know what flowers were your favorite so just got the ones that reminded me of your beauty." ghost grunts, a small smile seen under the mask.
"yeah, and i didn't know what you like to eat, made some simple spaghetti because who doesn't like spaghetti?" gaz eyed the tupperware container you set in the mini fridge behind you.
"you four are too much, y'know that?" you snickered and shook your head, shrugging on the leather cut.
"ay, but who wouldn't want the spoils, birdie?" price winked at you, admiring his gift fitted on you.
the most important thing was you felt safe around them. they'd take time out of their visit to escort a rowdy patron, taking their place as your own personal bodyguards. they made sure no one messed with their old lady, most would be too scared to try just by the sight of the four big men surrounding you.
idk how much i like this but i haven't written in a while and had this drafted for a bit. enjoy babes!
#call of duty#cod mw2#simon ghost riley#ghost mw2#john price#soap mactavish#kyle gaz garrick#captain price#task force 141#tf 141#tf 141 x reader#tf 141 x you#soap cod
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Embarrassment - T.Nott
Summary - Because they stayed at Hogwarts this year, the Slytherin gang and their significant others spend time together in the common room as they exchange gifts and enjoy each other’s company. However, the two Italian speakers in the group quickly find out that they aren’t the only ones in the building.
Word Count - 920
Warnings - Italian Speaking!Reader, female reader, use of Y/N, swearing, Snape makes an appearance, Italian sentences but they all have the translation, not proofread
Author’s Note - Day Eighteen! One more week left! My Italian is very rusty so I did use Google translate for most of the sentences. I haven’t used Italian in a long time so I thought it was time to dust off and get back to using it. I hope you enjoy!
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It was officially Christmas at Hogwarts, the Scottish Highlands coated with a blanket of white snow as more fell from the clouds above. It was a picture perfect Christmas morning, the Slytherin gang all getting up and meeting in the great hall for breakfast first before they started their gift exchanges. Theo’s girlfriend, Y/N, had been the last to join them at breakfast, rubbing sleep from her eyes as she sat down beside the aforementioned boy.
“Buongiorno amore, come hai dormito?” Theo greeted his girlfriend in Italian. (Good morning love, how did you sleep?)
“Buongiorno tesoro, bene, tu?” She yawned as she leaned into his side. (Good morning treasure/darling, good, you?)
“Enough Italian you two, we would like to understand you too you know?” Pansy teased the couple, earning a flip of a certain finger on his hand.
“Bene. Mangi(you eat) amore. Happy Christmas,” The boy whispered to his girlfriend before planting a kiss on her forehead.
“Happy Christmas, Theo.” She kissed his cheek before eating her breakfast consisting of pancakes and eggs. As the ending of breakfast came, the group made their way back to the common room where they agreed to exchange their gifts. They gave their friends gifts first before significant others, Y/N running up to her dorm to get Theo’s gift. As she came back down to the common room with a wide grin, she held out the gift for him. “Per il mio principe,”(For my prince) She smiled, pecking his lips as he grabbed it from her.
“Grazie principessa,”(Thank you princess) He thanked her before tearing the gift open. She had gifted him a watch that he had been eyeing up the last time they went to Hogsmede together. “I love it, grazie bellissima." He kissed her gently before hugging her tightly. As they pulled away from the hug, he handed her his gift.
She tore it open to reveal not only a gorgeous golden necklace with a diamond encrusted crescent moon but also a photo of them on their first date that someone had sneakily taken. “Chi ha scattato la foto? Lo adoro, Theo! Grazie, grazie, grazie!” (Who took the photo? I love it, Theo! Thank you, thank you, thank you!) She asked her boyfriend as she threw her arms around his neck to pull him into a loving embrace.
“Draco preso(took it). Sono felice che ti piaccia, amore(I’m glad you like it, love),” Theo replied before connecting their lips again. They only pulled away because their friends were fake gagging.
“I heard my name and I would like to know why,” Draco insisted.
“The picture, Dray, thank you for taking it,” Y/N assured the boy before letting go of her boyfriend to hug her friend.
“In that case, you’re welcome, I’m glad I was able to take it without you noticing.” She giggled as she kissed both his cheeks in thanks once again. She made her way back to her boyfriend as they began to chat in Italian.
Much to their friends’ dismay, they continued to speak Italian back and forth. Their friends had given up telling them to try and speak English so they could all talk together. Pansy found it sweet that her best friend had found a guy with the same native language as her and a guy that treated her well. Blaise on the other hand was practically sick because Theo was constantly talking about his girlfriend when they weren’t together. Deep down he loved seeing his friend so happy but he would rather be mad at Theo for his constant rambling.
The couple had switched back to English as they were readying themselves to talk with the whole group rather than just each other. They got teased by their friends for the switch but it was all in good fun. The rest of the day was spent with their friends, joking and fooling around, playing some games and exchanging embarrassing stories about each other. The Slytherin common room might have been nearly vacant but it was more lively than ever as the friends mucked about. They had only quieted down after Snape had stormed in to tell them that some of their housemates had complained about their volume.
“Cazzo in culo(cock up your ass)!” Y/N swore, causing Theo to burst out into laughter.
“Posso parlare anche italiano(I also speak Italian), Miss Y/L/N. Detention for a week once the term begins, same for you Mr. Nott. Happy Christmas,” Snape spoke before exiting the common room.
“What did you say to piss him off?” Draco asked with a chuckle.
“Cock up your ass,” Y/N muttered.
“What was that?” Pansy asked, not hearing her friend.
“Cock up your ass. I didn’t know he spoke Italian! Sono così imbarazzato(I’m so embarrassed), Teddy!” She whined to her boyfriend.
“I know you’re embarrassed, principessa, but you should probably watch your mouth around professors. I do have to say that was the funniest thing I have ever witnessed in my life,” Theo teased her. She let out a groan as she hid her face in his warm chest, their friends laughing along with him in agreement. Y/N joining in sooner rather than later, the embarrassment going away quickly.
Although their Christmas was spent at Hogwarts away from family, the Slytherin gang had enjoyed spending it with each other. Having fun with no responsibilities for a couple weeks and having nearly the whole Slytherin common room and dorms to themselves. It was the best Christmas any of them had ever had.
#theodore nott x y/n#theodore nott x reader#theodore nott x you#theo nott x reader#theodore nott imagine#theo nott x y/n#theo nott x you#theo nott#theodore nott#slytherin boys#harry potter#pro snape#harry potter fandom
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complaints I've already seen about Coral Island, a new Indonesian kickstarter cozy game: the barman selling a ruined dish is an uncalled-for jab at restaurant workers! cats shouldn't hang out outdoors! eew, this woman shouldn't display her pregnancy stretch marks! where are all the kippot! why is everyone in such good shape! preposterous! this partially deaf character talking in caps lock is triggering me! no one in doctors without borders would be that tattooed, this dreadful representation is literal murder! no doctor would forget her paperwork at a library, for that matter! why is a japanese fisherman talking like a scottish pirate, this is inaccurate!
meanwhile in the game: I freed a stone statue from a magical underground prison and he put an enchantment on my hoe. his brother asked me if I liked figs is he flirting. my hippie boyfriend is heartbroken because his bucket-wearing pet duck is sick but shhh watching tv will heal him. last night when I talked to the outdoors cat she mentioned that she has a crippling fear of birds and thinks of getting therapy. a stem academic looks like a kpop idol and is getting enough sleep. he wears his astrophysics degree all over himself like a linguist would have worn alphabet necklaces, just to spite his dad but it's not working why is it not working ah shit it's working. mermaids hired me as a janitor. it's not pro bono I'm paid in diamonds. my neighbor is worried that his shiba inu went back to rejoin the mountain whence it came from. a turtle won't let me pass until I serve her spaghetti. I'm fighting capitalism with a literal scythe. the local blacksmith is asking my opinion regarding a legendary battle hammer and if it's worth the logistics hassle. it's been a year crabs are still dancing in celebration their zeal is admirable but their choreography could use some work. this giant monkey covered in two layers of meta wants to sell me a nostalgic souvenir. I know it because he sent me a polite letter. how many propaganda flyers can I fish out of this pond a challenge. I barged into a local lab and upended a barrel of seaweed over intricate circuitry now my flowers are five percent prettier. the scientist at the lab attached a mermish translator to my diving suit via the power of coffee. hold on I'm doing meal prep for next week let me finish putting ectoplasmic slime on okra
#You Are A Tar Pit#Only ONE of these is untrue#hyperbole shmyperbole but come on#It's a game where an ASIAN PARENT APOLOGIZES TO HIS CHILD#It's an escapist fairytale so could you please unclench your gluteal muscles for five. minutes.#coral island#indie games
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Spoiled
Pairing: Poly 141 x reader
Warnings: Bit of spice up ahead, flashbacks
Authors Note: Hope y’all enjoys! I wanted to have a lot more of the boys together🤭
Word count:1.2k
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In the quiet, hidden-away safehouse where Task Force 141 had gathered after another successful mission, the atmosphere was light—almost too light, considering their usual demeanor. This wasn’t a typical briefing or debriefing. No, this was something else entirely, a kind of unspoken challenge simmering between them.
You sat on the plush couch, watching as Price, Ghost, Soap, and Gaz all moved around the room with a playful tension. They each had their own way of trying to catch your attention—Price with his slow, thoughtful gestures, Ghost with his more brooding but deliberate actions, Soap’s quick wit and infectious charm, and Gaz’s smooth, confident aura. It was a competition of sorts, though none of them would admit it outright.
“So, who do you think spoils you the most?” Soap asked with a teasing grin, leaning casually on the couch next to you, his hand resting on the back of it, close but not quite touching. “We’ve all been trying, but I know you’ve got a favorite.”
Ghost, sitting in the chair across from you, tilted his head slightly, his eyes gleaming behind his mask. “Doesn’t matter who spoils her the most. We all know who’s going to win in the end.”
Gaz chuckled from his spot near the window, glancing your way. “Maybe you should let her decide that, Ghost.”
Price, seated calmly beside you, gave you a warm but knowing look. “That’s right. Only she can say who treats her the best.”
You laughed softly, sensing the teasing yet possessive undertones between the team. Each man had his own style of affection, but it was clear that their rivalry was less about competition and more about keeping you happy.
As you sat on the couch, surrounded by the Task Force 141 members, your mind couldn’t help but wander back to different moments—times when each of them had gone out of their way to spoil you. You smiled at the thought, knowing they were all waiting to see whose memory would be your favorite.
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Flashback - Price: The Quiet Protector
It was a chilly evening, just after a long mission. The team was exhausted, but Captain Price had noticed you shivering despite your tough exterior. Without a word, he draped his jacket over your shoulders, the weight of it both comforting and protective.
"Can’t have you catching cold," he muttered in that gruff voice of his, lighting a cigar while leaning back in his chair. He stayed close to you, his presence reassuring as the two of you watched the embers of the campfire flicker into the night. His hand occasionally brushed your shoulder, a subtle reminder that, though he didn’t say much, he was always there for you.
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Flashback - Soap: The Charming Giver
Soap had always been the one to shower you with little gifts, each one more thoughtful than the last. You remembered the day he’d returned from a mission, beaming with pride as he handed you a necklace, a delicate charm in the shape of a small bullet.
"Found this and thought of you," he said with a wink, his Scottish accent making the gesture all the more charming. "Somethin’ to remind you I’ve always got your back."
You’d laughed, knowing Soap’s playful side often hid his deep loyalty. He always had a way of brightening your day with these gestures, making sure you felt special, even in the midst of chaos.
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Flashback - Ghost: The Silent Guardian
Ghost’s version of spoiling you had always been subtle but no less meaningful. There was a time when you’d been left alone at base while the team was out, and you’d felt restless. When he returned, he didn’t say much, but he quietly handed you a small, worn leather-bound book—one of his favorites.
"Figured you might like it," he’d said, his voice low and steady, the mask concealing most of his expression but not the softness in his tone.
Reading wasn’t exactly your escape, but the fact that Ghost had shared something so personal with you had melted away any tension. That was his way—quiet, protective, and always making sure you felt valued, even in his own mysterious way.
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Flashback - Gaz: The Gentleman
Gaz had a knack for spoiling you with small acts of service. You remembered one particularly hot day when you’d been struggling with some paperwork at the base. Without you asking, Gaz had appeared with a cold drink, setting it down next to you with a smile.
"You looked like you needed this," he’d said casually, pulling up a chair next to you. He didn’t leave after that—he stayed, chatting with you and distracting you from the mundane tasks, his voice soothing as you worked side by side. That was his style—always attentive, always finding ways to make your life easier, without expecting anything in return.
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The memories swirled together in your mind as you returned to the present, where all four men now stood or sat around you, each waiting for your reaction. Their eyes followed your every move, as if trying to gauge which of them had left the biggest mark on your heart. But the truth was, they all had—each in their own way.
“Well?” Soap broke the silence, his grin playful. “Don’t keep us waitin’, love. Who’s spoiled you the most?”
You bit your lip, letting the tension hang for a moment longer, enjoying how they all leaned in just a bit closer.
“Maybe,” you teased, glancing between them, “I’m spoiled because of all of you.” A beat of silence passed and sits, the tension thickening up. “Actually,” you said coyly, leaning back into the couch, “I deserve to be spoiled by all of you equally.”
The room hummed with agreement, and you could feel the shift in the air as their teasing gazes softened into something deeper. Soap smirked, Ghost’s eyes darkened with intent, and even Gaz’s usual laid-back expression held a new edge. Price leaned in close enough that his breath tickled your ear.
“Well then,” he murmured, his voice rough and low, “I think it’s time we reward you properly.”
The tension spiked, their attention all fixated on you now, as if spoiling you was a mission they were more than willing to complete. And from the looks they gave you, you knew this was only the beginning of their plan to outdo one another.
Ghost shifted in his seat, his eyes darkening behind the mask as he rumbled, “That so? Guess we’ll have to keep it that way.”
Price leaned in, his voice low and commanding. “We’ve only just begun.”
And just like that, they all seemed to silently agree—your happiness was their mission, and each of them was determined to see who could spoil you best. They knew, though, that the ultimate reward wasn’t just seeing you spoiled but making sure you felt utterly cherished. With that, you could tell that their version of spoiling you, after all, was something you wouldn’t mind indulging in.

Hope you enjoyed! Please follow, like and Reblog💜 -Midnight’s Cafe
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୨୧ 𝘴𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴 : you re-meet your old friend, johnny mctavish, but he changed - a lot - and he had brought a few friends with him, who are all part of a band!
୨୧ 𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘴 : fluff mostly - slight suggestive mentions near the end, awkward reader, nothing much!!

a scottish voice shouts above the raging music in the background, a voice you recognized. a voice that belonged to an old friend, Johnny mctavish. but what is strange is that he is with a bunch of other blokes.
a large man, not fat but built, he looms' down on you with an almost menacing stare. the only piece of him you can see is his eyes. The rest was covered by a skull balaclava, leather jacket, a skintight white t-shirt, gray baggy jeans and some spiky boots. his arms were crossed and he stood up like a brick wall, he was tall as well. he was scary if you were honest. you could see a slight black tattoo peaks out under his jacket. skeleton hands printed onto the gloves. you could see a chain leading into his white shirt, from how tight the top was you could clearly see the rounded rectangle metal through them. some type of necklace.
The man next to him was utterly gorgeous, he had large eyelashes and a little bit of stubble, his big brown eyes were luring you in - almost putting you under a spell. eyes trailing down to look at what he was wearing, he gave off more roadman, would stab you for a greggs, which was different from the man you just looked at. He wore black cargos and a gray jacket opened, showing a cropped black tank top underneath. all up his ear was done with silver piercings, he also had his belly button pierced - showing it off with the cropped shirt, a ring hung around his left nostril. a layered barbed wire necklace hung from his neck along with a black belly chain.
Then right in front of you were two guys, Johnny - your old friend and another man who looked much older than the rest, 5 maybe 7 years older than the others. He was smart though, he looked homely, he looked like he could be a settled down dad with a paid off mortgage. His warm smile could cheer up any day, his beard covering most of the bottom of his face, a white shirt covering his chest with the first few buttons undone, a silky black tie hovering on the shirt. He wore black jeans with a black belt. the handsome man had his right eyebrow pierced, other than that you couldn't see any other piercings. he didn't have any necklaces on, but his fingers were loaded with rings upon rings. on his left hand wore a pain silver one on his ring finger followed by a repetitive skull ring on his middle finger. his other hand had a thinner silver ring on his middle finger then a bone ring wrapped around his thumb.
"How are ya, lass?" the man in front of you says, snapping you out your little transe. Your old friend has changed quite a lot. He still had his silly mohawk - but it was currently a little longer, scraggly and it looked like he had been roughed up - and his stupid grin. some type of logo tattooed onto his right arm. you glance up at his face to really admire his details, a strong glare and a grown yet stubbily beard, your eyes trail down to his jaw which his stubble grew over, then down to his outfit. The man in front of you wore a cropped turtleneck tank top - Jesus - patchy cargos with a belt that held the baggy pair up, on the belt was a skull buckle. Unlike the other man who wore a cropped top, you could see Johnny's happy trail leading up to his belly button. your old friend wore some black bracelets around his wrists, johnny was definitely the most jeweled than the rest of them. around his neck was a collar - it wasn't a choker, definitely not, it was a collar. It couldn't help you think what type of kinky shit he was into. He had a septum pierced into his nose, along with a bar leading across his left ear, trailing down with a few other piercings across both ears.
"oh! I'm good! haven't seen you in so long!" you smile and quickly pull him into a hug, getting a whiff of his scent, you linger on his shoulder when he wraps his arms around you. It was kinda awkward with all his friends cucking but you chose to ignore them and focus on johnny. "How are you? you look... very different!" you choke out a laugh. obviously you weren't laughing at the style, just the change of how he used to dress.
"i look good though, divnt i?" he chuckles and a cough booms from behind him, the masked, you would say gentleman but he certainly doesn't look gentle. "hahh- yeah you do! it suits you!" you gleam and pull away from him, glancing at the other boys.
"Shite sorry, this is Simon," he points at the masked man, "kyle," the pretty guy smiles sweetly at you, "and john!" The father-like man tilts his head and grins. Johnny introduces you to the gang and they all say hi. Some voices are gruffier than the rest. "What are you here for!" you try to quietly shout over the music that slowly gets louder.
this stupid bar was a regular one you visited, you'd usually come here for the bands and occasionally the men. "We performed here earlier" the man, John said with a strong smile plastered on his face. "holy fuck! youre in a band, jj?!" you exclaim and grab onto johnny's hand.
"ye, me and these ballsacks made one together, want an autograph then, lass?" he mocks.
you laugh at him and look around at the other three brutes there, "ye four chat, i'll grab some beers" johnny says before waddling off. you gulp, looking up at the men and awkwardly smile, "sooo..." you mumble quietly.
"How do you know Johnny, sweetheart?" blushing slightly as the man, John, speaks to you. "oh! We were close friends like all our lives, went to primary and high school together" you sweetly smile as another of the men speaks, Kyle, his voice like honey whilst he looks down at you. his big brown eyes taking you all in, "how'd you two meet back then? he tricked you into bein' his mate like?" Kyle jokes.
you laugh quietly, "hah- no, uhm we were in class when we were six or seven maybe? and he sat next t' me, he gotten glue all over the table and all over himself - on the first day - so the teacher told me i had t' clean him up," you fumble with your hands, looking between simon and the rest whilst telling your story, "so i was angry at him because i couldn't play outside that day cause i had t' help him clean up. and he has been annoying me since" you let out a light laugh. you could say you two stuck together.
kyle and john chuckle whether simons eyes dont give off a tell for what emotion
"you his girlfriend, then?"
"what?" choking on air for a few seconds at the accusation. you couldn't deny that maybe you had a small thing for him in highschool but that was just confusing friendship with romance, so if you really think about it - no you didn't. "God, no! He's just a friend!" laughing slightly. the group hummed, it sounded like satisfaction.
"So no boyfriend?" Kyle confirms.
"Like at all?" an eyebrow raises, you look toward simon, who hasn't spoken yet, then towards kyle and john once more with your head slightly tilted. "erm, no, there's no boyfriend" the three of them nod.
A long awkward silence fills the bar, the only sound being the blasting music and people drunk in the background. god this was awkward, but soon johnny came back. four pints and your favorite drink. your smile coated with sugar as johnny gives you your drink, "thanks jj"
"No bother, Bonnie," he passes the other drinks out. you five quickly go find a small booth in the back to talk in, "so what were yous talkin boot?"
"jus slagging you off, Johnny" Kyle pipes up which makes you snicker and Johnny rolls his eyes. "right." he scoffs.
"I was telling them how we uhm met!" you smile and take a sip of your drink. Johnny does the make and hums, "the glue story?" a nod that signals a yes, "still not forgave you f' that, mind." you give him a jokenly glare, "it was years ago!" Johnny gasps, Kyle laughs whilst Simon's eyes flirt between the two of you. your eyes wander over to simon who has his mask ruffled up over his nose so he can drink his pint.
the masked man had a bit of stubble around his face, his lips were pinkish and god you were almost hypnotized, you couldn't see that much but it looked like a lot. he took small sips from his glass and you gaze up at his eyes which were intently looking st you, listening to each and every word you said. you gulp and quickly look away to see john, johnny and kyle talking about something. you could probably piece it all together but you were too panicked that simon had caught you staring. fuck, you didnt mean too stare for that long but you honestly hadnt expected him too look like that.
"oh, i forgot t' ask like what do yous all do in the band?" you look at them all.
"I'm the bassist and backing vocals!" Johnny peeps up, smiling widely. "drums." John hums, looking at you and taking a gulp of his pint. "guitar." Simon says, his voice gruffier - it sounded like exactly how he looked, strange. "I'm the vocalist and rhythm guitarist." Kyle smiles and winks at you.
"cool!" you smile, a finger circling your glass whilst you look between them all, "anythin i would've heard?"
"mayperhaps" Kyle grins, "here" he grumbles and pulls out his phone, showing you his band on spotify. you gasp, "oh my god! no way! My friends have talked about your band!"
the four men look at eachother, "really?" Johnny speaks. you nod as a reply, "i never really listened t' it tho.." muttering under your breath.
"Shame, you should. not t' brag but we are very good" johnny smirks, he looks you up and down, “so what you been up t’? Anythin’ fun?” you think for a second, what have you been up to? You had a few boyfriends, not anything that serious though, you uhhmm… What have you done? You sit there with your thoughts as a few of the guys look at you, they sip onto their beers as they patiently wait for a reply to Johnny's question. “Oh uhm i dunno” you hesitantly let out a slight laugh, “i moved around here and ermm… had a few jobs around the place. Right now I am working at some cafe a few blocks away” looking down at your lap, you were almost embarrassed that you were telling your old best friend, who's successful right now, that you were just working at a small cafe. It was not paid that much but you needed the job - you obviously weren't going to tell him, or any of them, that you were just getting by though.
“Oh you live round here?” John peeps up, keeping his eyes on you whilst he finishes off his pint. your eyes follow his hands as he slams his glass down. “Yeah, do yous?” Simon looks off to the side of the table, out to all the people in the bar. “No we are on a little tour right now, just around the uk” Kyle answers after gulping a large sip from his beer. “Oh! Okay!” you smile at them, “where have you been so far?”
“Few places in London and well here, still going round though” you nod at Johnny's words. Lucky that you ran into them though, you had missed johnny and well his friends definitely weren't hard to look at. Wait wait wait, you couldnt think that, you barely knew them. They were a bunch of emos who have a band together, you only knew Johnny - and that was years ago.
You and Johnny had stopped talking in college. Maybe you had grown apart, or something happened, perhaps it was something you had said? But long story short you and him stopped speaking, full stop. At the time you were heavily distracted by other things though so it hadnt hit you that hard, sometimes you would sit in your bed, going through old photos of you and him together. Then it would hit you hard, at that time you thought to yourself ‘yeah, i miss him’ but then you would distract yourself from that feeling. Another thing that would distract you was your boyfriend, you two had been together for quite a while actually. Johnny actually introduced you two together at the start of college, his name was Danny, but then you and Johnny stopped talking after hitting it off with danny. You would wonder if that was the reason you stopped talking, Danny, but that simply couldn't be it because he and Danny were friends, and why would jj stop talking to you just because you were dating someone?
A voice snaps you out of your thoughts, “we should get going” a rough, gruff voice, one you only had heard once. Simon. You look up at him then your eyes trail around the table. All the drinks drank and everyone looked incredibly tired, “ah shite yeah, need t’ practise in the morning so got an early night” Kyle follows up. You nod at him, understandingly.
“Oh okay” a disappointed hum comes from you, “bye then” you smile as the rest stand up. You stand up along with them and look at Johnny whilst he walks over to you, wrapping you into a tight hug. You could smell his cologne once more but this time he smelt more like alcohol than before. You bury your head into the corner of his neck as his arms squeeze around you, his hands trailing down to your waist, Johnny pulls back and winks. “I'll hopefully see you again?”
“Yeah..” you murmur, “here uhm i'll give you my number f’ if you're in town again?” you suggest, pulling out your phone and passing johnny it. Johnny quickly puts your number into his phone, he smiles.
They all say goodbye, Johnny pulls you into another long, tight hug and lets you go almost winded. Kyle puts a hand on your arm and lets it trail down your soft skin, telling you he hopes to see you later. John bends down to kiss your cheek whilst he chuckles lightly, saying it was nice to meet you before his eyes wander around your person - muttering that you should come to one of their concerts some time. But Simon only pulls his mask back over his face, back to the original position it was in. Simon's eyes look you up and down as he grumbles a small bye.
And with that you're left outside of the bar, watching them all walk off, yet something catches you off guard, Simon looks back and sees you staring once more. Embarrassing. His eyes almost glimmer, but then he looks forward once more. Scoffing as a bright blush covers your cheeks, fuck, you needed to get fucked cause you were stood looking at 3 strange men and your old bestfriend, blushing because you thought they were fit.
But luckily you would and could never act on your horny thoughts that spew in your mind because you would never see any of them again. Right? Riiight.
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Decided to make another one of these cause the other one got buried so
✨ TF2 ship name list ✨
Engie
A little more gun, brokeback mountain, Hoe-Down, OSHA violation - Engie x engie
Science party, glasses and' goggles, genetic engineering, German engineering - Engie x medic
Heavy metal, brains n' brawns - Engie x heavy
Trucks n' vans, outback steakhouse - Engie x sniper
Quick study, scatterbrains, Texas two step - Engie x scout
Short fuse, brains n' bombs - Engie x demo
Helmet party, rocket science - Engie x soldier
Texas toast, three rubber gloves, firetrucks, fire forged - Engie x pyro
Napoleon complex, practical espionage, knives n' knowledge - Engie x spy
Medic
Science party, glasses and' goggles, genetic engineering, German engineering - Medic x engineer
Double dosage, emergency room - Medic x medic
Red Oktoberfest, birds n' bears - Medic x heavy
Bush medicine, vanbulance, hearts n' headshots, piss sample - Medic x sniper
Blunt trauma, quick fix - Medic x scout
Scotchtoberfest, jagerbomb - Medic x demo
Fruit scones, ethics violation, rabies shot - Medic x soldier
Burn ward, hot pocket - Medic x pyro
Gentle surgery, poison dagger - Medic x spy
Heavy
Heavy metal, brains n' brawns - Heavy x engineer
Red Oktoberfest, birds n' bears - Heavy x medic
Russian front - Heavy x heavy
Vegemite sandwich, vodka shots - Heavy x sniper
Heavy hitters, mice n' men - Heavy x scout
Big bang, red bombs - Heavy x demo
Cold war, red scare - Heavy x soldier
Hot n' heavy, roasted sandvich - Heavy x pyro
Iced wine, Russian roulette - Heavy x spy
Sniper
Trucks n' vans, outback steakhouse - Sniper x engineer
Bush medicine, vanbulance, hearts n' headshots, piss sample - Sniper x medic
Vegemite sandwich, vodka shots - Sniper x heavy
Necklace o' teeth, two Aussies one jar - Sniper x sniper
Speeding bullet, quick scope, coffee n' cola - Sniper x scout
Swordvan, bloody drunk, kaboomerang - Sniper x demo
American aviators, mutually assured destruction - Sniper x soldier
Bushfire, campfire, hot shots - Sniper x pyro
Knife party, bloody suit, French kisses, down under, great barrier thief - Sniper x spy
Missed shots, piss mauling - Sniper x miss pauling
Scout
Quick study, scatterbrains, Texas two step - Scout x engineer
Blunt trauma, quick fix - Scout x medic
Heavy hitters, mice n' men - Scout x heavy
Speeding bullet, quick scope, coffee n' cola - Scout x sniper
A headache, brats n' bats - Scout x scout
Hop scotch - Scout x demo
All American offense, batting helmet - Scout x soldier
Flash fire, weenie roast - Scout x pyro
Swing and a miss - Scout x miss pauling
Demo
Short fuse, brains n' bombs - Demo x engineer
Scotchtoberfest, jagerbomb - Demo x medic
Big bang, red bombs - Demo x heavy
Swordvan, bloody drunk, kaboomerang - Demo x sniper
Hop scotch - Demo x scout
Double dynamite, 2020 vision - Demo x demo
Boots n' bombs - Demo x soldier
Firebomb, Molotov cocktail - Demo x pyro
Bomb voyage, Scottish wine, detonators and daggers - Demo x spy
Soldier
Helmet party, rocket science - Soldier x engineer
Fruit scones, ethics violation, rabies shot - Soldier x medic
Cold war, red scare - Soldier x heavy
American aviators, mutually assured destruction - Soldier x sniper
All American offense, batting helmet - Soldier x scout
Boots n' bombs - Soldier x demo
Screaming eagles, rockethoppers - Soldier x soldier
Fireworks, fourth of July - Soldier x pyro
Freedom fries - Soldier x spy
Pyro
Texas toast, three rubber gloves, firetrucks, fire forged - Pyro x engineer
Burn ward, hot pocket - Pyro x medic
Hot n' heavy, roasted sandvich - Pyro x heavy
Bushfire, campfire, hot shots - Pyro x sniper
Flash fire, weenie roast - Pyro x scout
Firebomb, Molotov cocktail - Pyro x demo
Fireworks, fourth of July - Pyro x soldier
Twin flames - Pyro x pyro
French toast, French fries - Pyro x spy
Missfire, Cesium - Pyro x miss pauling
Spy
Napoleon complex, practical espionage, knives n' knowledge - Spy x engineer
Gentle surgery, poison dagger - Spy x medic
Iced wine, Russian roulette - Spy x heavy
Knife party, bloody suit, French kisses, down under, great barrier thief - Spy x sniper
Bomb voyage, Scottish wine, detonators and daggers - Spy x demo
Freedom fries - Spy x soldier
French toast, French fries - Spy x pyro
Double agent, cloak & dagger, double entendre - Spy x spy
Miss. Pauling
Missfire, Cesium - Miss Pauling x Pyro
Swing and a miss - Miss Pauling x scout
Missed shots, piss mauling - Miss Pauling x sniper
Kentucky fried femslash, hits and misses - Miss Pauling x fried chicken lady
This is an ongoing list that I will be adding to when I find more ship names/ whenever people give me names to add
As an extra note, I will likely not be putting poly ships on the list purely because of the fact that it would get even more difficult to find ship names within the list as it already is
In the future I might make a separate list or section of this post but not right now
#tf2#tf2 ships#the jester speaks#team fortess 2#lists#list#tf2 spy#tf2 engineer#tf2 soldier#tf2 demoman#tf2 pyro#tf2 medic#tf2 heavy#tf2 scout#tf2 sniper
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It's You

Season Three Episode Ten (Season Finale)
Dr. Spencer Reid x Reader (Aaron Hotchner’s Sister)
Words: 5389
Series Masterlist
Summary: It’s finally here. The wedding.
Notes: Ahhhhhhhh I have been planning this episode since the beginning of the series and I can’t believe we’re here. I honestly got a little emotional writing this. They’ve all just come so far! Thank you all so so much for your support this season. (I promise this isn’t the end just yet). Always let me know what you think and what you might be hoping for in season four.
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It was strange, staying in his apartment again. But Penelope had insisted that this was one tradition worth keeping. So you woke up on a pullout couch instead of in your fiance’s arms for the sake of not seeing each other before the ceremony. It was early. She’d insisted on that too. You’d have breakfast at Aaron’s and be at her place by 8:00 sharp for non-alcoholic mimosas and the getting-ready get-together of your dreams. Her words, of course.
Coffee mercifully filled your senses as you rubbed your tired eyes. And beneath it…
“Is that-” You took a long, deep breath. “Pancakes?”
Shuffling into the kitchen, you found your brother standing over a griddle with maple syrup and chocolate chips set on the table.
“I can’t remember the last time you made me pancakes.” You laughed through a yawn and pulled up a chair.
Aaron shrugged. “It’s a special occasion.”
“I should have gotten married sooner.”
He smiled and flipped it in the air, a trick he used to do all the time when you were having a bad day.
“What time is Garcia working her ‘magic’.”
You groaned. “Don’t remind me.”
“You’ll have JJ and Prentiss to reign her in.” He plated a trio of fluffy pancakes and drowned them in syrup, just how you liked it.
The fork trembled in your hand, scratching against the plate. No matter how many bites you took, nothing eased your growing nerves.
“I can do this,” you said. “Right?”
He just kept smiling.
A honk sounded from outside and your phone buzzed with the text telling you Emily was here to pick you up.
Aaron handed you a to-go cup full of coffee.
“I’ll see you in a few hours.”
“Make sure Derek goes easy on him?” You pulled him in for a hug. “I’m sure he’s squirrely enough without the teasing.”
“I’ll try my best.” Aaron urged you toward the door. “Now get going. Before the three of them come chasing up here.”
You gave him one final, semi-terrified smile, and headed out.
He took a shaky breath, fighting back the emotions clouding his head, and poured three more pancakes onto the griddle.
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The dress bag hung on the back of Penelope’s bedroom door, staring you down like a big white monster. Claws of combs and heels littered the ground, makeup bags piled around in a dragon’s hoard.
You swallowed.
You could do this.
“Earth to Y/N,” JJ teased. She was laying out the bridesmaid dresses on the sofa, along with organizing the boxes and boxes of shoes you needed to try on. “Everything okay?”
“Don’t tell me you’re getting cold feet now.” Emily nudged you, grinning.
“I heard that,” Penelope called from the other room. “You know the rules, Emily.”
“Right,” Emily laughed. “The ‘forbidden words’. My bad.” Rolling her eyes, she went out into the hallway, waiting to be let back in by Garcia.
“You know,” you said, “I'm pretty sure that only works in theater.”
“We’re abiding by the laws of the Scottish Play today.” She allowed Emily to re-enter, but not without a scolding look. “Positive, warm vibes only in this establishment.”
“Okay, okay.” Emily held up her hands. “Who knew brideszilla would be one of the bridesmaids?”
Penelope gave her a playful smack to the shoulder and shuffled back to start bringing out jewelry.
“You really didn’t have to do all of this, Penelope,” you said, gazing at the gorgeous necklaces and bracelets she laid out.
“I wanted to.” She held up one necklace up to your chest to see how it would look. “I think something simpler would be best, don’t you?”
“I could just wear my-” You started, but cut yourself off. You were going to say locket. The locket that was now locked away in evidence. The one that had hung around Haley’s neck after she…
JJ stopped placing dresses and sat beside you.
“I’m sure we’ll find something perfect,” she said softly, taking your hand in hers.
You swallowed hard and, after a while, nodded.
“Okay, I can’t resist,” Penelope announced. “Group hug. Stat.” Without warning, she pulled the three of you into a cramped, loving embrace.
The rest of the morning passed in laughter. You went through various hairstyles, lipsticks, nail polishes until settling on what Penelope called ‘The Look’. Then came the dress. It took all three of them to help you in it and lace it up, but the moment the last clasp was done, you felt a little different. It was silly, of course. You’d already tried the dress on. But something about wearing it now, having it on along with the right shoes and the veil, it all made it real.
Penelope started crying again. Even JJ got a little teary eyed. Emily only tore her eyes away to check her watch.
“Alright, ladies,” she said, beaming. “Let’s get this show on the road.”
The drive to the book store consisted of packing into Emily’s car, desperately trying to make sure the bottom of the dress didn’t drag. JJ rode in front while Penelope helped keep everything straightened out on you in the back, still having to dab her eyes every few minutes. They all had changed into their bridesmaid’s dresses and you were content with your choice. They all looked beautiful. You imagined what younger you would have thought, planning a wedding in kindergarten like the other girls in your class. And now, here you were.
With every stop light, your heart pounded more and more in your chest.
You were doing this.
You closed your eyes and took a breath.
You were doing this.
Aaron was waiting outside and, the second you saw him, everything stilled. Your big brother. Your protector. You couldn't imagine anyone else to be the one with you down that aisle.
With a final group hug, your three bridesmaids gathered to begin the procession. Derek and Dave were already inside, the ladder being the officiant. You still couldn’t believe he’d said yes.
Spencer was waiting.
You took another breath.
“Hey,” Aaron greeted.
You exhaled. “Hey.”
When you looked into his eyes, you almost broke to see the tears gathering there. There was a mix of emotions, from happiness, to grief that Haley couldn't share this with you, but the pride in his face beat out everything else.
“You look beautiful.” He barely got the words out, having to clear his throat to say it again. “You look beautiful, Y/N.”
He offered his arm.
You hooked yours through.
“Catch me if I fall?” You asked, voice starting to shake.
Aaron just chuckled and kissed your cheek. “Always.
The music began and the doors opened.
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He hadn’t stopped fidgeting since he got there, no matter how many times Rossi told him he’d fray the sleeves if he kept pulling at strings. Spence couldn’t help it. Every minute he stood there was another minute everyone was watching him. It wasn’t a large group, of course, but every pair of eyes still made him twitch under his skin.
“Calm down, kid,” Morgan teased, straightening his own suit jacket beside him. He elbowed his side. “You’re just vowing yourself to one person for the rest of your life.” He chuckled. “Hotch will be your brother-in-law.”
“Will you shut up?” Spencer hissed, though his eyes were bright, even beneath the gazes of everyone else.
Then, their focus shifted to the open door.
First, Emily came through, a bouquet of lilac. Then, JJ with lilies. Penelope with orchids.
Spencer inhaled a silent gasp.
You stood at the end of the aisle, roses in hand, and more beautiful than anything he’d ever seen. Like every hero of every book he’d ever read, you stood with a strength he’d always wished he had.
He didn’t realize his eyes had teared up until Morgan put a hand on his shoulder, giving him a nod.
“You picked a good one, kid,” he whispered, seeming to get choked up himself.
You walked side by side with Aaron, gripping him like a life preserver. Everyone on either side of the aisle was standing, staring at you. All you could think was don’t fall, don’t fall, don’t fall. You regretted letting Penelope convince you to go with the stilettoes.
Meeting Spencer’s eyes made your knees almost buckle. Tears filled the corners of his eyes and yours mimicked them.
Aaron led you to the front of the store, in front of a big window that overlooked the park behind it.
Spencer could finally breathe again. “You look beautiful.”
“I should hope so,” you said, beaming. “This took forever.”
He smiled and leaned forward.
“Wait til the end there, Romeo,” Rossi chuckled.
“I still can’t believe you agreed to do this,” you whispered to your officiate.
Dave just smiled. “Anything for you, kiddo. You’ve earned all of this.” He put a hand on Spencer’s arm. “You too.”
You wanted to cry again but forced yourself not to so you could get through the beginning of the ceremony. Spencer never took his eyes off of you. It was like no one else was there. No one else in the world.
“The couple has prepared their own vows to each other,” Dave announced to the small crowd. He nodded to you. “Whenever you’re ready.”
Your nerves settled in again. You’d practiced, of course, but that didn’t make it any easier. The things you wanted to say, the things you wanted to tell him, it still didn’t seem like enough. There was still the terrible fear in the back of your brain that all of this would be taken away. You would wake up back on the floor in your mother’s house or in Aaron’s apartment, torn apart by the Reaper.
But fear was part of the deal. The price of letting yourself love was the possibility of losing it. The though alone used to leave you frozen, unable to want anything real in your life. Now, you couldn't think of anything you wanted more.
You just had to figure out a way to say that without making a fool of yourself in front of all these people.
Spencer grabbed your hand, giving it a reassuring brush of his thumb against your palm, a loving smile spreading across his lips.
You took a breath and began.
“I determined at a young age that I was going to marry a rock star,” you said, earning a laugh from the crowd. “I wanted the glamorous life of concerts and parties and award shows. I was absolutely certain this was the life I was going to have, so much so, that I forced my mom to get me tickets to a concert in the area. I didn’t even know the band, I just saw my chance to get the lead singer to fall in love with me. Never mind that I was twelve.”
You glanced down at the scar on your chest, left uncovered in your acceptance of it.
“At fifteen, I was convinced I was going to marry a hockey player.” With a deep breath, you let out a half-laugh. “That obviously didn’t go anywhere either.” You swallowed hard, looking at where your fingers intertwined. “My mother taught me that the whole world wanted to hurt me. My experiences in college left me determined to never let someone hurt me again. The only way I could do that was to not want anything from anyone. I focused on my career, I ignored friendships to the point of losing them. Haley asked me once where I saw myself in five years and the one thing that came to mind was ‘alone.’” Your voice caught in your throat to say her name. You heard Aaron inhale sharply. You kept going. “And then, one day, I couldn't reach a book on that shelf.” You pointed to the classic’s section behind Spence. “Luckily, there was a lanky literature nerd in the same aisle who grabbed it down for me. And for some reason, maybe it was Haley’s voice in my head, I asked him to coffee. Of course, after we started dating I found out he actually works with my brother, which was a whole other awkward story.”
This time, Spencer laughed, remembering that first night, sitting at that table in horrible silence.
Aaron remembered two, running a hand down his face.
“Doctor Spencer Reid,” you said, taking both of his hands in yours. “You taught me that being in love isn’t a weakness, but my greatest asset. My sword and my shield through everything.” You blinked back tears, but they fell anyway. “I know now what I want, even if it’s scary. It’s you.” You laid his hand over your scar. A promise. “Spencer, it’s you. A life together, in sickness, health, and everything else we’ve gone through.”
Finally, you wiped at the tears on your cheeks and smiled.
Behind you, Penelope was dabbing at her eyes with a handkerchief.
Spencer looked over your shoulder at her and nodded.
“You’re turn,” Rossi whispered to him.
Spencer gulped.
“I, um-” He let his hands fall to his sides, fidgeting again. “I don’t actually have anything to say today.”
Everyone froze.
Morgan’s brows drew together.
Spencer wiped your tears away with his thumb.
“Because I already said it.” He looked behind you again. “Garcia?”
“Ready,” Penelope said.
At first, you didn’t understand, as the static started to play over the speakers. But then, the Spencer on the recording cleared his throat- a terrible coughing sound. And you knew.
“Hey Y/N,” he said. He sounded like he was trying not to cry. “I asked Garcia to make recordings for you and my mother just in case I… well, in case I’m not smart enough to find this cure.”
Your hand went to your lips to hold in a gasp.
Spencer never took his eyes off of you. “I know the last few months haven’t been easy. I guess our lives never have been. Not that I’m blaming you for anything. What am I saying? I thought this would be easier.” The recording paused for a long while. Then, “I am not a person who lets myself feel often. I use logic and rules and sense to guide me through life because that’s always been the safest option. If I let my brain take the lead, then maybe my heart will stay safe inside a case like a museum artifact. And you’ve broken through.” He huffed. “No, that doesn’t make sense either. Because it isn’t just my heart. My heart is just an organ. It doesn’t really mean anything. No. All of me is yours. My feet only want to follow you. My arms only want to hold you. My mind won’t let me think of anything else.”
Everyone in the entire bookstore seemed to be holding their breath, listening to every word.
The Spencer from the past continued.
“And I know it might do much good to say all of this now if I don’t make it out.” He coughed again, making you wince. “But I couldn’t die without you knowing how much you’ve changed me. I didn’t know I could love until I met you, Y/N. Not like this, at least. Not with all I am. I love you.” He took a trembling, slightly garbled breath. “I just needed you to know in case, I-” He cut off. “I have to go. Thanks, Garcia.”
The recording cut off.
Even Derek was trying to sneakily wipe tears away.
“Do you-” Dave cleared his throat, pretending like he wasn’t also crying. “Do you have the rings?”
Penelope and Derek stepped forward, each handing you the simple bands. You hadn’t wanted anything extravagant. It wasn’t the ring that mattered.
Spencer’s gentle, long fingers slid your band on and you did the same.
You looked at each other.
“Well, geniuses,” Dave teased. “Go on. Kiss.”
You wrapped his tie around your hand and yanked him down, pulling his lips to yours as his arms enveloped you. You didn’t know how long you stayed like that, lips moving against each other, holding each other close.
Derek let out a loud wolf whistle while the rest of the crowd erupted in applause.
You’d almost forgotten they were there.
When you pulled apart, your face was a vibrant pink... and so was your husband’s.
-
Everyone gathered in Rossi’s backyard, the smooth music lulling conversation to happy drills, string lights twinkling overhead like the stars that took over the sky. The team eagerly awaited the arrival of the new couple.
“Ten bucks they stopped back at their apartment for an early honeymoon,” Morgan whispered to Prentiss.
“I heard that,” Hotch sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“Aw, is someone having a hard time accepting his baby sister is married?” Prentiss teased, nudging Hotch’s arm.
He tried to keep a stern face, but couldn’t help but laugh. “Remind me to fire all of you on Monday.”
“You’d miss us too much,” JJ chimed.
Rossi checked his watch. “They are running late.”
“Maybe Morgan’s right,” Prentiss whispered, just loud enough for Hotch to hear as well.
Or maybe he was wrong…
You hadn’t made it all the way to your apartment. Hell, you didn’t even make it out of the bookstore. There was a private study room where Spencer had finished getting ready and, well, things escalated from that kiss. Luckily, the owner was really into romance books, so she didn’t mind.
You could still see your name on the certificate. Your new name. You’d thought long and hard about what your decision would be. How you wanted to begin this next chapter.
“Are you ready, Dr. Reid?” You asked, lacing your fingers with his as you walked up the steps of Rossi’s.
Spencer just grinned, eyes glittering in the warm lights. “Lead the way, Dr. Hotchner-Reid.”
You couldn’t help but giggle. Did it sound a little ridiculous? Maybe. But for the first time, it felt like you. It felt like you weren’t just a remnant of what happened to you, sharing a name with the woman who’d defined your life for so long. It sounded like a new start.
Dave’s dining room was decorated to the nines in purple and gold balloons, banners, and flowers. A centerpiece on the table combined all of the bouquets from the wedding into one, beautiful, mismatched arrangement. All around it, appetizers were set out, each reminding you that you hadn’t eaten since breakfast. You snagged a spinach puff on your way outside.
Derek must have spotted you first, because the second the two of you stepped through the doorway, his voice boomed.
“Ladies and gentlemen, may I announce for the first time,” he called, “The Dr.s Reid.”
Everyone broke out in applause and you spotted each member of the team standing around the lawn, each beaming brighter than the last. Penelope, of course, had started crying again and she was the first to push through the crowd and throw her arms around both of you.
“I love you both so so much! And I love your love and-” She cried some more and hugged you tighter.
“We love you too, Penelope,” Spencer laughed, kissing the top of her head.
“I love you, but I can’t breathe,” you teased.
She yelped and pulled away quickly, checking not you, but the dress. “Oh good, I didn’t-” She narrowed her eyes. “Why is it so rumpled on the bottom?”
Spencer cleared his throat, his face turning pink.
“Maybe we should…” He motioned to the rest of the group waiting for you.
You hooked your arm through Penelope’s, keeping one hand holding his. “Come on, you two. I’m starving.”
You hadn’t wanted a head table, opting instead for circular tables throughout the lawn so you could weave in between them to spend time with everyone. The team, of course, sat together, Jack sitting with Aaron. The people from your work were there too, Sonia jumping up to give you a big hug when you went by.
“I’m so happy for you, Y/N,” she said. Sonia had been through so much with you, she’d seen you face your fears in more ways than one-including this.
“Thank you for being here.”
She pulled away, glanced at Spencer, and gave you a wink. “Take all the time you want for the honeymoon.”
“Sonia!” You exclaimed, muffling your laugh behind your hand.
“What?” She shrugged, looking at your husband again. “I would. But he isn’t exactly my type.” She turned back to her girlfriend and they both laughed.
Spencer just looked confused.
Even Dr. Sweets was there. When you first invited him, he gave you the whole spiel about ‘professional distance’ and ‘ethics’, but you reminded him that this was a big part of your recovery and you wouldn’t have gotten there without him. He had to be there to make sure you didn’t run away from the altar.
“I shouldn’t be here,” Dr. Sweets said. He smiled. “But I’m glad I am.”
“The line between personal and professional is kinda blurred in this group, so you fit right in.” You patted him on the shoulder and continued your mingling.
Spencer picked a seat at the table with the team and watched. He watched you smile and laugh and glow. Spence glanced down at his hand, at the band now on his finger. It didn’t feel real yet. He rubbed it with his thumb, spinning it around his finger. Then, he looked back at you and a feeling filled his chest that he didn’t know how to explain. More than joy, more than adoration. More than anything.
He wished his mom could be here, but the flight would have just made her more anxious. You had agreed that the two of you would fly out to Las Vegas to see her. But the letter in his pocket was enough for now. He read it this morning, while he was getting ready.
She said she was proud of him. It wasn’t about his achievements at work or the intellect they both coveted so much. She was proud of him for opening himself up to someone. Proud that he’d finally let the guard down he’d kept up since he was a kid.
Just thinking about it again made his eyes fill with tears all over again.
Dinner was served and you dug in.
God bless David Rossi’s cooking.
The squeal of feedback and the tapping of a mic caught everyone’s attention.
“I know you didn’t think you’d get out of this, too,” Derek’s voice came over the speakers. He came up behind Spencer and rustled his hair. “The two of you got your speeches at the engagement party, but the reception is for the wedding party.”
“Remind me why I made him my best man?” Spencer whispered to you.
Derek messed up his hair again. “Because I throw the best bachelor’s parties.”
“Ours was better!” Emily shouted.
“All talk. They’re all talk.” He made a talking motion with his hands. “And shut up, this is my speech.”
JJ, Emily, and Penelope all mimicked him mockingly.
“Alright, but in all seriousness, I’m here to talk about Spencer and Y/N.” Derek walked around the table to the platform designated for dancing. “I’ve known Reid for a long time now. This kid was a pain in my ass from day one. Smarter than everybody and he knew it. And thank god for that, because I don’t know what this team would do without him.”
His expression quickly changed from teasing to sincere.
“Over these last few years, Spencer Reid has become my little brother. He has my back. And that big brain of his has probably saved my ass more times than I can count.” Derek smiled at you. “And when he met Y/N, I knew he’d met the only person who could keep up with that mind. Y/N became a part of the team. She became family- and I don’t just mean because she’s related to our boss.” He gave you a quick, teasing smirk before his words caught in his throat, fighting back the emotion everyone was feeling. “The two of you have been through a lot. You’ve fought like hell to be here and now you get to enjoy it. So,” he raised his glass. “To Y/N and Spencer. The world isn’t ready for what you’ll accomplish together.”
“Y/N and Spencer,” the crowd cheered.
Derek gave both of you a hug before sitting down again. You thought that would be it. But then Aaron stood up.
Hotch cleared his throat and moved to the platform.
“I’m, um, obviously not Y/N’s maid-of-honor.”
The party snickered.
You watched him, holding your breath.
“But, unfortunately, Y/N couldn’t have her maid-of-honor here today.” He swallowed. “So, Garcia said I should speak in her place. Well, she insisted and it’s difficult to say no when she decides something.” Hotch shot her a look and Garcia grinned back. “I’ll do my best to say what I know Haley would say.” He cleared his throat and, for just a second, you saw his eyes lift up to the stars. Then, he looked back at you. “Y/N came into our lives after hers had been changed forever. And she hated me. For the first few days, she wouldn’t even speak to me. But Haley got through to her. The two of them were inseparable. I’d come home to movie nights with junk food, pillow forts in the living room, baking mishaps. They became sisters first. Eventually, Y/N opened up to being mine.”
Spencer laid a hand on the small of your back, helping you keep it together.
“I’ve had the privilege of knowing Y/N and Spencer closely for a long time. I watched them grow up in different ways. Y/N grew into the accomplished young woman she is today and I watched Dr. Reid establish himself as an agent, not letting his young age define him in the BAU. Seeing them now grow together has been the greatest privilege as both her brother and his supervisor.”
Aaron took a second, needing to steal himself for what he was about to say.
“Haley told me that she used to be worried. She didn’t want Y/N getting involved with someone from the BAU. She, of course, had first-hand experience of how hard it could be and she was worried that it would just drag up all of the things from Y/N’s life that she’d worked so hard to get away from.” He took a shaky breath. “But then she saw them together. I remember, she teared up when she said it, but Haley said ‘I’ve never seen her that happy. And that’s all I’ve ever wanted for her.’” He cleared his throat again, hiding the tears you caught a glimpse of. “I know that Haley would be so happy today. And wherever she is now, I know she’s smiling.” He extended a hand. “Y/N and Spencer.”
The crowd cheered again.
You didn’t wait for him to come back to the table, barreling up to the platform to throw your arms around him.
“I love you, big brother,” you cried.
Aaron held you tight. “I love you.” He let a tear finally fall. “Haley did too.” He looked over your shoulder at your husband. “She loved both of you.”
Once everyone was seated again, Dave took the mic. “Alright, enough of the mushy-gushy stuff. It’s time to dance.” He motioned to Penelope to begin her personally curated playlist. “And I believe the first has been reserved for our newlyweds.”
Spencer went still. “I don’t… I can’t really-”
Rossi cut him off. “Rules are rules, kid. Come on.”
“Don’t worry.” You took his hand, smiling. “I’ll lead.”
Claire De Lune played over the speakers, matching perfectly with the beautiful stars over your head and the bright moon hovering in the sky like a spotlight, shining down on you.
Prentiss leaned over to JJ. “They would pick Debussy for their first dance.”
JJ just beamed, watching the two of you make your way to the dance floor. “I think it suits them.”
“I don’t dance,” Spencer whispered.
“Just hold onto me, Dr. Reid” You draped your arms around his neck, pulling him close. He rested his hands on your waist and the two of you swayed, listening to the soft piano waft through the air like a calming breeze. “I can’t believe we did it,” you said quietly.
“That we got past our emotional barriers and fears and actually got married or we didn’t have anyone get shot or kidnapped or infected with a deadly disease on the way here?” He asked.
You laughed and pushed a mousy strand of hair away from his forehead. “All of the above?”
Spencer kissed you slowly, earning a round of cheers from your friends.
“I love you,” he said. “With all that I am.” He kissed the tip of your nose. “Even if your new name is a mouthful.”
You playfully hit his chest and the two of you continued the dance.
Spencer pulled you fully into his arms so that you moved to the song in each other’s embrace. The song faded and everyone joined on the dance floor. Looking into the crowd, Spencer froze.
Jason Gideon stood at the edge of the lawn. He met Spencer’s gaze and gave him a nod. A proud smile spread across his face. Gideon laid a hand over his chest.
More people gathered around and when Spencer looked again, Gideon was gone.
“Everything okay?” You asked, looking where he was staring, but seeing nothing but the string lights in the trees.
“Yeah,” Spencer breathed. He kissed you again. “Yeah.”
Eventually, the time came for you to dance with Aaron, finally letting your husband take a break. Penelope picked a Billy Joel song, which made you both smile. Lullaby. So when the first ‘Goodnight My Angel’ played, Aaron took your hand and wrapped an arm around your back, you placing one on his shoulder.
“Thank you,” you said. “For your speech. It was perfect.”
“I’d almost forgotten about that conversation,” he admitted. “But then Garcia asked me to speak and it all came back.”
“I wish she could be here.”
His eyes turned sad. “Maybe, in a way, she is.”
“Since when have you been a believer in the ‘great beyond’?”
Aaron just shrugged.
The song was starting to reach its end, the lyrics sinking into you.
Someday we’ll all be gone, but lullabies live on and on.
They never die, that’s how you and I will be.
“Spencer and I are going to start trying for a family,” you said suddenly.
Aaron’s eyes widened. “I didn’t know that was something you wanted.”
“It was for a long time, but I started to believe it was never something I could have. Like I was… corrupted. But Spencer has helped me see that isn’t true.” You sighed, “I don’t even know if I can. The doctors said it’s still possible, but after everything my body has been through-”
“You’re going to be an amazing mother, Y/N.” Aaron pressed his lips to your forehead. “Haley would say the same.”
Your bottom lip trembled through your smile and you nodded.
The music turned to an upbeat tune and the dance floor flooded once again, including Spencer while Derek dragged him back out to you.
“Come on, Pretty Boy, I know you’ve got some moves.”
“I really don’t, Morgan.”
“Come on, Reid,” Emily beamed. “Dancing terribly is part of the fun of weddings.”
“She’s got a point.” You took over from Derek, pulling Spencer into the middle of the dance floor.
The team gathered around you, each with more ridiculous dance moves than the last. Even Dave got in on the fun, doing the best moonwalk you’d seen yet. Your bridesmaids grabbed you for a line dance and Derek danced with you to ‘It’s Raining Men.’ Through all of it, you couldn't stop beaming. Spencer thought you looked even brighter than the moon.
After you were out of breath, you found him again in the crowd.
Surrounded by the people you loved, beneath a blanket of stars, you kissed your husband again, your new story just beginning.
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