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birdyboylassie · 14 days

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A discussion on the Psych discord about a fic prompt that I had with @arrowheadedbitch and @pineapple-psychic

#psych #shassie #shawn spencer #carlton lassiter #madeline spencer

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thespiritssaidso · 16 days

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Psych incorrect quotes: a series (cont.😘👕🔫) (warning: there will be Shassie)

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Shawn: *says something flirty as part of their usual banter*

Lassiter: Don't tease, Spencer.

Shawn, still joking around: It's only a tease if you have feelings, Lassiekins.

Lassiter, really not having a good day: ...Don't tease, Spencer.

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Shawn: At least wear the matching t-shirts with personalized catchphrases I made for everybody.

Lassiter: I don't have a catchphrase.

Shawn: *throws him a t-shirt that has "I don't have a catchphrase" printed on it*

Juliet: Ooh, he’s good.

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Madeline: Do you have a preference for men or women?

Lassiter: I have a preference for justice.

#I couldn’t think of a good emoji for the last one #so I just went with a fuckin gun lmao #shawn spencer #carlton lassiter #Shassie #juliet o'hara #Madeline Spencer #psych #psych 2006 #psych usa #psychusa #psych tv #psych tv show #psych show #psych incorrect quotes #incorrect quotes psych #incorrect psych quotes #incorrect quotes #toast tries to talk

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mores0 · 8 months

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Okay, so, I have thoughts. Shawn is actually, very (and I’m not sure if this is the right word, but I don’t have anything else), anti-social. Like, for his entire life basically, his only real friend and connection was Gus. Besides that, we’ve never seen or heard of any other friends— and it’s not even because it’s a T.V show either, because we’ve seen Gus’s old college friends, his friend from his childhood summer camp, as well as his ex wife. Even Lassiter and Juliet got time with other people, Like Lassiter had his old police academy rivalry, (I’m not even going to get into his ex-wife) and And Juliet got an episode where she reunited with an old boyfriend. Even Henry got to reunite with his old cop buddies (okay, sure they were corrupt, but the point still stands). And there’s probably more that I’m forgetting, but that’s all I can remember from the top of my head. And Shawn’s literally the main character!! And he got nothing!! And, like, yes, Lassiter and Juliet are his friends, and I know that it’s just a TV show and I’m thinking wayy too much into it and projecting (I am) but they literally spend like, zero time together outside of work/cases (not counting Juliet and Shawn becoming a couple). And even then that took them like, almost a decade lmao. I think that he gets it from his mom, and I know that we know literally next to nothing about her, but from what we do know, she’s a lot like Shawn in the way that they both just.. Left. Parallels idk.

Anyways, this post was sort of based off of @grapebritain ‘s post about Shawn, because their post allowed me to take some thoughts that I already had and put them into ~words~ so, yeah! Go check that out too. 100%

#shawn spencer #psych #psych tv #🍍#carlton lassiter #juliet o'hara #madeline spencer #henry spencer

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gatogotica · 5 months

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psych is actually so fucked up for the mommy issues they gave shawn. like idolizing her for so so long simply based on the fact she’s not henry (which is a whole other can of worms). she’s never in a single childhood flashback. she’s never mentioned even off-handedly. nobody calls her when shawn got shot, or really any of the other countless times shawn was hurt or in danger. like she sincerely in every sense of the word was a deadbeat and shawn refused to allow himself to see it because he had to hold on to the belief he had his mom to cling to because, again, she wasn’t his dad

#all that to say shawn is a textbook daddy’s boy no matter how much he wishes he wasn’t LOL #im sorry king you’re too similar to your dad and you spend too much time together youre your fathers son for real #I love you henry spencer but I also hate you….#I straight up just hate his mom sorryyyy madeline but. you fucking suck #madeleine*#and her being like. eh i thought you were old enough you could handle me abandoning you. LIKE HELLO? die #I could talk about spencer family drama forever and never be bored #psych #shawn spencer #madeleine spencer #henry spencer

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perthshirecottage · 1 year

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I’m doing a full rewatch of Psych and I’m having lots of thoughts about Henry and Maddie’s parenting styles. I know that a lot of Henry’s parenting is used for comedic effect or to prove that he did teach Shawn useful life skills but that was too much for a child. Neither of them would physically abuse Shawn (I know Shawn was put in a trunk but Henry was there the whole time to make sure Shawn wasn’t hurt and he didn’t walk off and leave his son trapped for hours so that’s a very fine line. Not good but at least he wasn’t actively hurting Shawn) but their decisions really effected Shawn emotionally.

As far as Henry and Maddie are concerned, I do think they love Shawn and their intentions aren’t malicious but I don’t see either of them as very good parents. Maddie obviously took off without having an actual conversation with her son. It took over 10 years for her to realize that he just assumed that Henry had told Shawn that the divorce was her choice. And she couldn’t bother waiting til after Shawn graduated and left while he was still living at home. She did her fair share and was the one to actually abandon her child while at least Henry didn’t. Shawn feels more affectionate towards his mom but that’s because she is openly affectionate and Shawn craves that. But their communication is as bad as his and Henry’s. Maddie didn’t seem to actually do much for Shawn as it’s obvious that Henry actually had the biggest influence and guidance in Shawn’s life. So there isn’t much to say about her because it doesn’t feel like she was very active in Shawn’s life.

Truthfully the expectations that Henry placed on Shawn were ridiculous. Expecting an 8 year old to find his Easter eggs that were buried 3 feet underground under a camouflage tarp covered in broken glass is insane. And Henry still remembers and throws it in Shawn’s face 20 years later that he didn’t find all of the eggs.

It’s obvious that Henry doesn’t tell Shawn that he is loved. And it makes it hard for Shawn to say it either. Add on to that the way that when Shawn does do a good job Henry can only say that it’s adequate. Like he believes that Shawn can do better. The episode where he teaches Shawn that he either has to win or sit there and watch the winner eat a sundae is a prime example. Henry gives nothing for free. Not sundaes or affection. Everything has to be earned.

Henry always talks about how quickly Shawn gives up. How Henry didn’t raise a quitter but the irony is that Henry’s parenting is exactly why Shawn quits so easily. Shawn learned from a very young age that it didn’t matter how much he tried. How hard he worked to do Henry’s lessons. He would only ever be adequate. Never enough. If you can never win then what is the point of playing? If he always has to sit and watch someone else eat the sundae then why should he put so much effort just for nothing. Besides it hurts less to just not try than to put in his all and still fail.

Another thing that I have actually never seen talked about is Henry’s interests and how they affect Shawn. I’m not talking about police work because that’s obvious. I’m talking about things like fishing and camping. Shawn is incredibly vocal about not liking either activity and yet Henry took Shawn on fishing and camping trips a lot when he was younger. Henry still tries to get Shawn to participate even as an adult. Henry has tried to bond with Shawn using his own interests. But when Shawn is interested in something that Henry thinks is dumb (like comic books) then Shawn is berated for liking the thing then forced to spend more time doing things he hates. Henry wants to spend time with Shawn but it has to be on Henry’s terms and doing what Henry wants. Doing things he hated caused Shawn to never enjoy the time he spent with his dad and associate it as something negative. As an adult Shawn finally has the ability to say no and avoid those dreaded fishing trips. And Henry is upset because Shawn doesn’t want to spend time with him.

Henry is 100% like a football dad from the movies.

“But it’s your dream son.”

“No, dad, it’s your dream.”

Only it’s about being a cop not a football player.

#psych #psych usa #henry spencer #shawn spencer #Maddie spencer #madeleine spencer #perthshirecottage posts #anti Henry spencer #anti Madeline spencer #bad parenting

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midnight-star-world · 2 months

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#CountryMusic

CMT Crossroads Bret Michaels & Chris Janson/CMT Campfire Sessions

So today I will be bringing you the newest CMT Crossroads Bret Michaels & Chris Janson along with the newest season of CMT Campfire sessions. Here is CMT Crossroads First.

CMT Crossroads Bret Michaels & Chris Janson. This episode took place on Wednesday December 20, 2023 at 9pm EST (Eastern Standard Time) on CMT (Country Music Television). Here is what they played for us on this special.

Set list. Talk dirty to me. Fix a drink. All I need is you. Every rose has its thorns. Buy me a boat. Your mama don't dance. Good vibes. Nothin' but a good time.

Now let's talk about the highlights of this season of CMT Campfire sessions. We will cover a lot of different artists, so let's get started right now.

Chris Young - 1/12/24 at 10pm EST. Set list. Tomorrow. At the end of a bar (With Mitchell Tenpenny). We got history (Mitchell Tenpenny). Looking for you (Chris Destefano, with Chris Young). Aw naw. You. Getting you home (The black dress song). Famous friends.

Riley Green - 1/26/24 10pm EST. Set list. Different 'round here. Damn Country Music (Tim McGraw cover). I wish Grandpas never died. Half of me. Hell of a way to go. There was this girl. Ain't like I can hide it. Ain't my last rodeo.

Dustin Lynch - 2/2/24 10 pm EST. Set list. Love me or leave me alone. Honky tonk heartbreaker. Ridin' roads. Cowboys and angels. Thinking 'bout you (featuring Mackenzie Porter). Killed the cowboy. Chevrolet. Small town boy.

Love songs - 2/9/24 10pm EST. Set list. Riley Green - Good directions. Caitlyn Smith - Georgia on my mind. Dustin Lynch, MacKenzie Porter, & Madeline Edwards - Best part. Sara Evans - Crazy love. Chris Young - When you say nothing at all. Needtobreathe - Stand by me. Tenille Townes - At last. Darius Rucker - Let her cry.

Darius Rucker - 2/23/24 10pm EST. Set list. Have a good time. Don't think I don't think about it. Beers and sunshine. Fires don't start themselves. Never been over. Come back song. If I told you. Alright. Wagon wheel.

Classic Country - 3/1/24 10pm EST. Set list. Dustin Lynch - Chasing that neon rainbow. Priscilla Block - You'll think of me. Riley Green - Where corn don't grow. Brittney Spencer - Cowboy take me away. Darius Rucker - Kiss an angel good morning. Sara Evans - Why not me? Chris Young with Mitchell Tenpenny & Chris Destefano - Here's a quarter (Call someone who cares). Needtobreathe - Midnight rider.

And that's a wrap for both CMT Crossroads & The newest season of CMT Campfire Sessions. And on the MSR (Midnight Star Review), I would give all these shows an overall review of 3 out of 5 stars. I only watch the artists I want to watch, and yes there would have been more episodes to talk about as well. It is always good to have a way to get more music out there. Thanks for taking the time to read this review. See ya all next time.

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perfettamentechic · 6 months

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16 dicembre … ricordiamo …

16 dicembre … ricordiamo … #semprevivineiricordi #nomidaricordare #personaggiimportanti #perfettamentechic

2022: Daniela Giordano, attrice e modella italiana eletta Miss Italia 1966. Sul grande schermo esordì nel film in I barbieri di Sicilia (1967). Per tutti gli anni settanta lavorò nei film di genere horror, nei western e nella commedia sexy all’italiana in voga in quegli anni, poi il lavoro si diradò. Nei primi anni ottanta si allontanò dal mondo dello spettacolo e tornò in Sicilia dove si…

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lovehurried · 2 years

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“Well? What did you think - did you guess, before the big reveal?” Petula can’t hide her smile - she’ll never get tired of new reactions to the play.

@wasworthy gets a short starter for Maddy

#wasworthy #interaction.#& madeline wambsgans. * wasworthy #petula spencer. he acts like i put a gun to his head!#petula spencer. interaction.#petula spencer. v. modern au. * undetermined #petula spencer. & madeline wambsgans 001. * wasworthy #queue.#my muses vs just loving maddy instantly

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fcsources · 10 months

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Hello🫶 Can you help me with suggestions of redheaded females that have a decent amount of resources? No matter the age! Thank you in advance!

𝙝𝙞 𝙗𝙖𝙧𝙗𝙞𝙚! this is gonna be a looooooooong list, angel, but it's as comprehensive as i could make it! all of these fcs have at least 300 gifs that i could find, so please let me know if you need some help locating resources ♡ **indicates the resources are available as gif icons and not small/medium gifs!

Abigail Cowen ( 1998, actress, white )

Ahsen Eroglu ( 1994, actress, Turkish )

Alicia Von Rittberg ( 1993, actress, white )

Alina Kovalenko ( 1992, actress, white )

Amy Adams ( 1974, actress, white )

Angourie Rice ( 2001, actress, white )

Anya Taylor Joy ( 1996, actress, white )

Asena Keskinci ( 2001, actress, Turkish )

Bebe Wood ( 2001, actress, white )

Bree Kish** ( 1996, model, one quarter Black, plus size )

Bridget Regan ( 1982, actress, white )

Bridget Satterlee** ( 1997, model, white )

Bryce Dallas Howard ( 1981, actress, white )

Camryn Grimes ( 1990, actress, white )

Charlotte Spencer ( 1991, actress, white )

Christina Hendricks ( 1975, actress, white )

Deborah Ann Woll ( 1985, actress, white )

Elcin Sangu ( 1985, actress, Turkish )

Eleanor Tomlinson ( 1992, actress, white )

Elena Satine ( 1987, actress, Georgian )

Ellie Bamber ( 1997, actress, white )

Emily Carey ( 2003, actress, white )

Evan Rachel Wood ( 1987, actress, white )

Freya Mavor ( 1993, actress, white )

Genevieve Angelson ( 1987, actress, white )

Gozde Turkpence ( 1984, actress, Turkish )

Hannah Einbinder ( 1995, actress, white )

Haley Bennett ( 1988, actress, white )

Hayley Williams ( 1988, musician, white )

Holland Roden ( 1986, actress, white )

Holliday Grainger ( 1988, actress, white )

Huh Yunjin ( 2001, musician, Korean )

Isla Fisher ( 1976, actress, white )

Isolda Dychauk ( 1993, actress, white )

Jane Levy ( 1986, actress, white )

Jessica Barden ( 1992, actress, white )

Jessica Chastain ( 1977, actress, white )

Joey King ( 1999, actress, white/Jewish )

Karen Gillan ( 1987, actress, white )

Kate Walsh ( 1967, actress, white )

Katherine McNamara ( 1995, actress, white )

Kennedy McMann ( 1996, actress, white )

Kennedy Walsh ( 2000, influencer with acting roles, white )

Lee Seo Jeong ( 2000, musician, Korean )

Liv Hewson ( 1995, actor, white, non-binary )

Luca Hollestelle ( 1996, actress, white )

Ludovica Martino ( 1997, actress, white )

Maddison Brown** ( 1997, actress, white )

Madelaine Petsch ( 1994, actress, white )

Madeline Ford ( 1997, model, white )

Maggie Geha ( 1988, actress, white )

Marina Ruy Barbosa ( 1995, actress, Brazilian (white) )

Melis Sezen ( 1997, actress, Turkish )

Millie Bobby Brown ( 2004, actress, white )

Miriam Leone ( 1985, actress, white )

Natasha Lyonne ( 1979, actress, white/Jewish )

Nicola Coughlan ( 1987, actress, white, plus-size )

Nicole Kidman ( 1967, actress, white )

Olivia Cooke ( 1993, actress, white )

Rebecca Ferguson ( 1983, actress, white )

Riley Keough ( 1989, actress, white/Jewish )

Romola Garai ( 1982, actress, white )

Rose Leslie ( 1987, actress, white )

Ruth Connell ( 1979, actress, white )

Sabina Karlsson ( 1988, model, half Black, plus size )

Sadie Sink ( 2002, actress, white )

Sadie Soverall ( 2002, actress, white )

Sarah Drew ( 1980, actress, white )

Sarah Snook ( 1987, actress, white )

Shannon Purser ( 1997, actress, white, plus size )

Sophia Lillis ( 2002, actress, white )

Sophie Skelton ( 1994, actress, white )

Sophie Turner ( 1996, actress, white )

Stephanie Martini ( 1990, actress, white )

#rpt #fc help #redhead fc #ginger fc #female fc #underused fc #model fc #poc fc #bipoc fc #fc masterlist #redhead masterlist #answered: fc help #answered: anonymous #answered #long post for ts #long post cw #long post #five nights at freddi's: mascot post

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battyaboutbooksreviews · 7 months

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Queer Books November 2023

🌈 Good afternoon, my bookish bats! Struggling to keep up with all the amazing queer books coming out this month? Here are a FEW of the stunning, diverse queer books you can add to your TBR before the year is over. Remember to #readqueerallyear! Happy reading!

❤️ The Pirate and the Porcelain Girl by Emily Riesbeck 🧡 Heading North by Holly M. Wendt 💛 The Wisdom of Bug by Alyson Root 💚 Trick Shot by Kayla Grosse 💙 A Holly Jolly Christmas by Emily Wright 💜 Outdrawn by Deanna Grey ❤️ Yours Celestially by Al Hess 🧡 The Christmas Memory by Barbara Winkes 💛 Violet Moon by Mel E. Lemon 💙 The Santa Pageant by Lillian Barry 💜 Only for the Holidays by Shannon O’Connor 🌈 Homestead for the Holidays by Wren Taylor

❤️ You Can Count on Me by Fae Quin 🧡 No One Left But You by Tash McAdam 💛 The Worst Thing of All is the Light by José Luis Serrano, Lawrence Schimel 💚 Today Tonight Forever by Madeline Kay Sneed 💙 Wren Martin Ruins It All by Amanda DeWitt 💜 Emmett by L. C. Rosen ❤️ Finding My Elf by David Valdes 🧡 Tonight, I Burn by Katharine J. Adams 💛 Gorgeous Gruesome Faces by Linda Cheng 💙 Bookshops & Bonedust by Travis Baldree 💜 A Power Unbound by Freya Marske 🌈 We Are the Crisis by Cadwell Turnbull

❤️ The Manor House Governess by C.A. Castle 🧡 You Owe Me One, Universe by Chad Lucas 💛 Last Night at the Hollywood Canteen by Sarah James 💚 Skip!: A Graphic Novel by Rebecca Burgess 💙 Something About Her by Clementine Taylor 💜 Touching the Art by Mattilda Bernstein Sycamore ❤️ A Nearby Country Called Love by Salar Abdoh 🧡 Normporn: Queer Viewers and the TV That Soothes Us by Karen Tongson 💛 Sir Callie and the Dragon’s Roost by Esme Symes-Smith 💙 The Order of the Banshee by Robyn Singer 💜 Once Upon My Dads’ Divorce by Seamus Kirst, Noémie Gionet Landry 🌈 Forsooth by Jimmy Matejek-Morris

❤️ A Common Bond by T.M. Kuta 🧡 Risk the Fall by Riley Hart 💛 Just a Little Snack by Yah-Yah Scholfield 💚 Home for the Holidays by Erin Zak 💙 NeurodiVeRse by MJ James 💜 Dark Heir (Dark Rise #2) by C.S. Pacat ❤️ sub/Dom by Rab Green 🧡 Bitten by the Bond by Elaine White 💛 Heir to Frost and Storm by Ben Alderson 💙 The Sea of Stars by Gwenhyver 💜 Bad Beat by L.M. Bennett 🌈 Idol Moves by K.T. Salvo

❤️ Plot Twist by Erin La Rosa 🧡 In the Pines by Mariah Stillbrook 💛 The Crimson Fortress (The Ivory Key #2) by Akshaya Raman 💚 Only She Came Back by Margot Harrison 💙 Megumi & Tsugumi, Vol. 4 by Mitsuru Si 💜 Pritty by Keith F. Miller Jr. ❤️ Just Lizzie by Karen Wilfrid 🧡 An Atlas to Forever by Krystina Rivers 💛 Come Find Me in the Midnight Sun by Bailey Bridgewater 💙 Bait and Witch by Clifford Mae Henderson 💜 Shadow Baron by Davinia Evans 🌈 Day by Michael Cunningham

❤️ Livingston Girls by Briana Morgan 🧡 Delay of the Game by Ari Baran 💛 The Nanny with the Nice List by K. Sterling 💚 A Talent Ignited by Suzanne Lenoir 💙 A Kiss of the Siren’s Song by E.A.M. Trofimenkoff 💜 Rivals for Love by Ali Vali ❤️ Whiskey & Wine by Kelly Fireside, Tana Fireside 🧡 Buried Secrets by Sheri Lewis Wohl 💛 Ride with Me by Jenna Jarvis 💙 Living for You by Jenny Frame 💜 Death on the Water by CJ Birch 🌈 Merciless Waters by Rae Knowles

❤️ Vicarious by Chloe Spencer 🧡 Sapling’s Depths by Spencer Rose 💛 That French Summer by Sienna Waters 💚 System Overload by Saxon James 💙 King of Death by Lily Mayne 💜 Warts and All by Ashley Bennett ❤️ Principle Decisions by Thea Belmont 🧡 The Best Mistake by Emily O’Beirne 💛 Sugar and Ice by Eule Grey 💙 Until The Blood Runs Dry by MC Johnson 💜 Splinter : A Diverse Sleepy Hollow Retelling by Jasper Hyde 🌈 The Mischievous Letters of the Marquise de Q by Felicia Davin

❤️ The Queer Girl is Going to be Okay by Dale Walls 🧡 Til Death Do Us Bard by Rose Black 💛 Leverage by E.J. Noyes 💚 Alice Sadie Celine by Sarah Blakley-Cartwright 💙 Godly Heathens by H.E. Edgmon 💜 Gwen & Art Are Not in Love by Lex Croucher ❤️ To Kill a Shadow by Katherine Quinn 🧡 Warrior of the Wind by Suyi Davies Okungbowa 💛 For Never & Always by Helena Greer 💙 A Demon’s Guide to Wooing a Witch by Sally Hawley 💜 Heaven Official’s Blessing: Tian Guan Ci Fu Vol. 8 by Mò Xiāng Tóng Xiù 🌈 A Carol for Karol by Ann Roberts

#book release #queer fiction #queer romance #queer books #queer #books #books to read #queer book recs #book recs #batty about books #battyaboutbooks

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ponzien · 10 months

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- BABY FEVER

SUMMARY: Reader comes home to a very sick surprise

PAIRING: Spencer Reid/Reader

CATEGORY: Fluff

For all of my Dad!Spencer lovers! 💗‼️

“One love one house no shirt no blouse”

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Coming home from work is usually a stressful task especially when your babysitter is less than great with your toddler.

Not particularly excited to see the mess she made I walked through the door. It was quiet…too quiet. I tried not to panic as i walked through the house.

The floorboards grew louder as i walked to Madeleine’s room. When I opened the door and saw she wasn’t there is when I began to panic.

I ran upstairs to me and Spencer’s room in a frazzled state as i burst through the door.

Nothing could feel as good as the wave of relief that washed over me seeing my fiancé cuddled in bed with Maddy. I sighed and put a hand over my chest.

Spencer rubbed his eyes and yawned as he sat up. “My love?” He said quietly as he put on his glasses.

“I didn’t expect you to be home so early” I smiled and walked up to place a kid on both of their foreheads. “Me either but I was excited to take a nap with Maddy”

He gave a soft smile and turned over to his side facing me. “Are you going to join us?” Spencer asked.

“Next time, I’m gonna make dinner I’ll be done pretty quick, I’ll make your favorite since you’re home” I kissed him one more time before leaving the room.

As i was working on Dinner both of them came downstairs and sat on the couch, seeing as the kitchen was open i could see them clearly.

“What’s up guys? Sleep well?” I chuckled as they both made the same expression. Madeleine always did look like her daddy more than me.

“Yeah..” Spencer sighed as he placed a hand to his forehead. “Oh god. I know that look” I huffed as i opened the cabinet and placed a thermometer under their tongues.

Once it beeped I took them back and looked at them in disbelief. “Yep you’re both sick, turn on Disney plus I’ll get your guys dinner and Gatorade.

“Yay! Gatorade!” Madeline cheered. “Can I have tea?” Spencer asked sheepishly. “I got you” I smiled.

“Daddy I’m sick” Madeleine announced. Spencer gasped and leaned back. “no way!” He joked. She nodded and hid her face in her hands.

“It’s okay Maddy, Look” Spencer began to fake cough. “Dad is sick too” He hid his face too and earned a giggle from the little girl.

Man was I lucky to have such a great future husband.

“Alright guys food is served!” I announced by putting food on the table for them.

Maddy clapped her hands happily. “Soup, look mommy it’s soup!” She giggled. I leaned down to look. “No way! Soup?” I gasped. “Yeah but mommy didn’t make it” she frowns.

“Really? Who did?” I asked. “It was just mommy.” She smiled as I giggled too. “Did mommy do a good job?”

“Uhm…yes!” Maddy threw her hands up in celebration.

My family was complete. Or so I thought

Once Maddy grew up I’d have a bad case of…

Baby fever

#spencer reid x reader #spencer reid #Spencer #x reader #dad!spencer reid

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mores0 · 8 months

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Okay, I have a lot to say about Yang 3 in 2D, and it’s mostly just ramblings, but stick with me because there’s so much to unpack from this episode, and I feel like the fandom’s really overlooked it honestly. And I also need to get this out of my brain, haha.

So, I’m going to start with the photo because I feel like I’ve been losing my mind over it since I first watched the episode. Because Shawn does not remember taking that photo at all, no recognition, nothing- to the point that he even thought that it might’ve been photoshopped. So- for whatever reason his brain just refuses to remember that part of his life. Then there’s the actual story behind the photo- and there’s so much to unpack there. So, according to Shawn’s mom, Shawn was late to dinner, so she went out to look for him when she found him and ended up meeting Yang, and she took the photo because Yang told her that Shawn was the “luckiest, most handsome boy that she’s ever seen” and she looked sad. Which, what the fuck honestly, lmao?? Who takes a photo of their like, 13 year old son with some random grown woman who he’s with for whatever reason, after she tells you that he’s handsome and she’s sad. ??? I’m on Henry with this one, and that’s really saying something. And I always thought it was crazy how everyone just sort of moved on from that. (Sort of like Shawn getting shot).

And- okay, this might seem meaningless at first, but stick with me. In the episode, Allison and kid/flashback Shawn were wearing similar outfits- grayish jacket, blue shirt, jeans, converse looking shoe- but the thing is, the episode made a point to emphasize Shawn’s shirt with Henry talking about how he remembers all of Shawn’s shirts except for that one, and even in looking at all the other photos, he didn’t see it pop up again. Parallels I guess, I don’t know, that just stuck out to me.

Anyways, what I’m trying to get to is that I think that something happened to make Shawn’s brain repress meeting Yang, (and maybe afterwards he got rid of, or stopped wearing the shirt to help block out whatever happened, idk).

And, I’m ending this post here because it’s already super long and I’m just thinking way too much into it . (Also, when Yin said that Yang was obsessed with Shawn and “took notice of the pre-pubescent you (Shawn) and developed an unhealthy crush” which is a real line by the way, that was a huge ‘what the fuck’ moment for me, I don’t know why they felt the need to say that).

#shawn spencer #yang psych #mr yang #yang 3 in 2D #burton guster #carlton lassiter #henry spencer #madeline spencer #juliet o'hara #psych #psych tv #🍍

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poisonously-alluring-sev · 6 months

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Snape Preference ~ Books He Recommends

Severus Snape Masterlist

Context You ask him for something good to read and he gives you a pile of books he thinks you'll enjoy. (This is excluding the obvious amount of potions and herbology books he probably has)

The Secret History by Donna Harett Under the influence of a charismatic classics professor, a group of clever, eccentric misfits at a New England college discover a way of thought and life a world away from their banal contemporaries. But their search for the transcendent leads them down a dangerous path, beyond human constructs of morality.

The Resurrectionist: The Lost Work of Dr. Spencer Black by E. B. Hudspeth

Philadelphia, the late 1870s. A city of gas lamps, cobblestone streets, and horse-drawn carriages—and home to the controversial surgeon Dr. Spencer Black. The son of a grave robber, young Dr. Black studies at Philadelphia's esteemed Academy of Medicine, where he develops an unconventional hypothesis: that the mythological beasts of legend and lore—including mermaids, minotaurs, and satyrs—were in fact humanity's evolutionary ancestors. And beyond that, he wonders: what if there was a way for humanity to reach the fuller potential these ancestors implied?

Masters Of Death by Olivie Blake

There is a game that the immortals play. There is only one rule: Don't lose.

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The Ocean Grew Hands to Hold Me | Spencer Reid

Smurph's Masterlist | Series Masterlist

Part 4 of Routine Maintenance

Warnings: blood, PTSD memories, mentions of child abuse, hospitals, drug addiction,

Summary: You struggle to get Spencer help, and it sends you back into your memories. Later, when he wakes up, Spencer seeks you out for reasons he's unsure of

I stopped making deals with God three days after Ernie died. Three days in the ocean, hungry and exhausted and so thirsty I thought I was drier than a husk, I made deals over his dead body. I swore if He would just make him wake up, make the blood flow again and the sharks stop nipping my feet under the waves that I would start believing again. It was the only thing that kept me alive.

It was a deal I'd made so many times over the years. I'll be a better believer if You make my dad stop hurting us. I'll be a better daughter if You just make the pain go away. If you bring my sister home I'll do anything.

That rat bastard never did anything. I guess He knew it was bullshit, as I'd never kept up my end of that deal anyway. I still got into trouble, still couldn't help my sister, still couldn't be a daughter my father didn't want to backhand across a room.

The nicotine stained walls of my father's house closed in on me a little more each day, so I ran to what I knew… the ocean. Unlike Thunderbird, it was cold almost all year round. It grew hands to hold me. I numbed my lungs in the salt air. I thought the current would take me out to sea, swallow me whole, and I'd be free of this agony.

It all came to a head, and my sister Madeline passed. I couldn't help her, and looking back I shouldn't have placed the blame on myself for what happened. I did what I could, and at sixteen it wasn't admittedly much when she first started going down a road that terrified me. I made deals with God that if he just brought her home… I would bring her to church with me… we'd be saved together.

She died in an old shack on the beach. Needle in her arm, glassy eyes staring up at me while her fellow drug users hardly acknowledged my screeching as I held her. They lit out before the police got there. My father refused to claim her body, citing her 'Godlessness,' as though it wasn't his fault she ended up there and dead at eighteen. I looked to the ocean for help, but it was calm in the distance.

I spent two years working and saving money. I told my father it was for college, but the day I turned eighteen I left a note telling him all the things I never had the courage to. I took Madeline's ashes with me. I made it as far as Nevada before I ran out of my meager savings. Minimum wage was even more minimum thirteen years ago.

I met Mattie May while shivering in the rain at a truck stop, eyeing the men and women equally. My lack of trust was all-consuming, took a toll on my body and mind. I don't know how she convinced me to get in that car with her, but I have this image in my mind of a mutt being led on with the promise of a treat and a blanket.

Oh, the magic happened after that. I've never felt closer to God than I did with Ernie. His smile was from Heaven, glittering and wide like the sea herself. His lust for adventure matched mine, his painful memory of the war understood mine. He was my soul mate. He saw all my broken pieces and fit into the cracks. Without forcing it, they were made to be together.

But holding his body by that chain… mangling him even further, the only thing that kept me going was the thought that maybe…maybe I could wake him up. He was gone soon after we hit the water, but I couldn't let myself believe that. I spread both his and my sister’s ashes in the bay, praying once more for a miracle.

I think God wanted me to live so I would suffer. And suffer I have. Almost ten years of constant agony and numbness has become my life again, and I blame Him.

But the ocean grew hands to hold me, I tell myself in this horrifying moment. It's ten years later, and I'm holding Spencer Reid. He's covered in blood, and I want to drown in it first so I can't watch him die too.

When I was in shambles. When I got too weak, the ocean grew hands to hold me.

"Maeve?"

Spencer's hand was slick with blood as he held my face in his palm, trapping my hair between it and my neck. The hot sticky liquid smeared across my skin, cooling quickly in the open air. I look out the windows to the sea for help, but I haven't been with her for so long she watches back. I abandoned her long ago when Ernie died, too scared to go back in the water.

My fingers dug into his flannel as I held him back. The world shifted beneath me as I knelt on the concrete, blurring and too sharp all at the same time. I miss the ocean. I want to choke under the waves to escape.

I want to be with Ernie.

His face was cracked and bleeding from the bat Lloyd hit him with, nose gushing crimson and pooling over his cheeks onto the floor beneath him. It was too much, Ernie's face flashing before me like he was dying in front of me again.

Memories swirled in my mind. I could still feel it. The wind whipped my hair, stray strands sticking to my cheeks and neck as wave after wave crashed down on us. A blast of light, the explosion that ripped my hand from his…

Ernie's gone, I told myself achingly, you're not lost in the waves any more.

I tore myself from him, getting shakily to my knees, and went for the landline on the wall. My hands vibrated from the power of the shotgun, fingers numb and sharp as a livewire as I typed in a number I knew by heart.

"No, come back," Spencer coughed wetly. "Please don't go again."

"It's okay, Spencer," I told him. The phone rang slowly as I watched him lie there, out of his mind and drunk off his ass. "I'm not going anywhere."

"Altman Clinic," a familiar southern twang came through, making me sigh in relief.

"Obediah, it's Honey-."

"Well, howdy, Honey. What's shakin'?"

"I'm at Tooky's." I had to rush before he jumped into more small talk. "Lonnie and Lloyd Evarts just beat the shit out of this guy-."

"Heard there was a fight tonight. Thought nobody was hurt though," Obie drawled. "You had a good scare, huh?"

"Goddammit, Obie!" I yelled into the receiver. I didn't have the time to gab. "They came back. He's hurt really bad. I need help."

Obie went right into doctor mode, "I'm on my way. I'll have Barbie call Micah."

I hung up without replying, twisting and falling back to my knees over Spencer. His eyes were glassy, gazing in wonder at the EXIT sign. I cupped his face in my hands, angling him to look at me.

"You're gonna be okay. It's gonna be okay."

"Maeve?" he asked again, his voice pathetically hopeful and full of tears.

"Who is she? Is that your wife?" I asked frantically. "I'll call her and she'll come."

Spencer shook his head, lip twisting down to a shaking frown under the crimson light. "She's not coming back."

My heart sank. I didn't know enough about him to provide any comfort. I only had my own grief and bruises and they weren't helpful to anyone. I looked out at the ocean again, and the waves calmly danced in the distance.

"Can you stand?" I licked my lips. They were already wet, sticky and copper tasting. I tried to ignore it and the sharp pain in my wrist.

"Just gonna sleep here tonight, okay?" he whispered. "Just don't tell JJ. She'll be so disappointed."

I didn't know what the hell he was talking about anymore. I just had to get him out of this locked box in case Lonnie and Lloyd decided to come back again.

Rounding him, I decided to drag him through the kitchen and into the alley so Obie could put him in the van. I locked the kitchen door just to be safe, then looped my hands under his shoulders. As I began to lift his dead weight with my bruised fingers he let out a sharp yelp.

"Stop, stop, stop!" Spencer called out, twisting away and out of my grip. He hit the floor hard, groaning and trying to curl up. His voice shook, "Fuck…"

"Okay, it's okay," I tried to soothe, but I was struggling not to panic. My heart beat through my ears, my veins pounding along in time.

I had to get him out of here. It's all I could think about. Get him out, get him out…out of the water. We weren't in the water, though. At least there was that. We were on solid land, safe from the violent storms that ripped my life away from me.

I went to his feet, gripping his boots at his ankles. My wrist screamed with a sharp tear up my forearm, the makeshift brace Mattie May had given me not doing much but holding it together. With a harsh tug, I pulled Spencer toward the alley door.

I kicked open the heavy metal, letting it hit my back as I inched him out into the open air. Blood smeared across the concrete. Whether it was from Lonnie or Spencer I couldn't be sure, I just needed to get him out of here.

Cherries and blueberries illuminated across the brick, reflecting along the dumpster and nearly blinding me. I managed to pull Spencer along the sand, the door swinging shut behind us. I waved toward the lights.

Obie seemed to have spotted me. He turned the van and backed it down the alley to us, stopping just in time. He hopped out and hustled through the sand, the spurs on his boots clinking.

Obediah Altman was lanky and tall, his cowboy hat shining in the harsh light. His clinic was only a few blocks away, as was everything else in tiny Thunderbird. The turquoise of his bolo tie flickered against the red and blue lights on his makeshift ambulance, and a whistle rang out as he approached.

"Good lord, Honey Bee," he drawled with his deep voice, "They fucked you up, huh?"

"Help me get him in the van," I snapped. "He weighs a ton."

"'S what happens when you drink yerself silly," he told me, bending down to grab Spencer's shoulder. "Turn yerself into dead weight!"

I didn't respond, gripping Spencer by his boots once more. We lifted him at the same time, but Spencer yelped sharply and twisted himself out of our grasps. I narrowly missed his foot hitting me square in the chest, but Obie kept a good hold on him.

"Shoulder's dislocated," was all he said. He scooped Spencer up with more strength than I would have thought this stick of a man could muster, picking him up like a baby and setting him in the back of the van.

I climbed through the double doors after him, putting his head in my lap. Unable to explain my sudden protectiveness over this man who just hours ago made me so angry I could've kicked him in the chest, I pushed back his hair and held back tears. He looked back up at me with those glassy eyes, and for too many times tonight I was plunged back into a world of memories I’d sooner forget.

In a daze, I existed in limbo as Barbie came running out with a stretcher and a kit. Ten years ago we did this same thing, but Ernie was already dead so it had just been an early funeral procession. I’d refused to get on the stretcher, and Mattie May held me up as we followed his inside. I haven’t stepped foot in here since.

I existed through a fog, following blindly as Ernie/Spencer was taken from me once more. Obie and Barbie ran around me in a flurry of machines and gauze. I think I just followed them around with a glazed look on my face, suffering through a haze of PTSD I thought I had gotten past when Barbie slid something in my hand. Her mouth moved, but it took a few times to pierce through the ringing in my ears.

I've been running for a decade now. Running first from my father and now from Ernie. I want him here but I also just want to forget him and this town that saved me. I don't belong here anymore, just like Spencer doesn't, and now like me he might die here.

“...contacts,” she said again. I cocked my head as I finally noticed her, and she set a heavy blood-coated hand on my shoulder. It seeped through my shirt and slid the fabric over my skin. “Find his emergency contacts, Honey.”

I managed to nod. She turned back toward the mess that was now Spencer Reid. I wish the current would carry me home. I wish Ernie were here with me now to tell me I was going to be okay. I wish he were here to tell me the ocean wasn't God, and that she would grow hands to hold me once again. I wish my sister were here, that Rico was. I wish I wasn't as alone as I feel every goddamn day.

His phone screen lights up in my palm. I don't remember clicking the button. I don't even remember putting his bloody thumbprint on the screen to open it, or calling the first number in his ICE list or picking up the landline behind the desk until a voice answered on the other end.

"This is Prentiss," a lovely voice said, commanding and yet somehow still open.

I couldn't answer. The acrid scent of blood and sterilized equipment surrounded me. The bright lights streaked across my vision, and I was sure the linoleum would swallow me whole until she spoke again.

"Hello?" she asked, her voice rising an octave. "Spencer?"

I seemed to kick into gear, but my own voice betrayed my panic. "I'm here. Sorry, I-."

"What happened to Spencer?" She cut me off as I stared at his immobile body. He was limp as Obie and Barbie worked on him. "Tell me."

"I'm, uhm. I'm at the Altman Clinic in Thunderbird-."

"I know where he is. What. The. Hell. Happened?"

"A… a, uhm, bar fight," I managed to stammer. "He stopped some guy who hit me and… they came back."

"He's gonna be fine. Dislocated shoulder, broken nose, coupla bruised ribs," Obie drawled to Barbie, who nodded and glanced over at me. "Probably has a concussion, but he's okay."

I reiterated the words with a monotone back to Emily, whose name I suddenly remembered from Spencer's contact list. "Doc says he's gonna be fine. I'm so sorry."

She was quiet for a moment, and I heard a door click shut somewhere near her. She took a deep breath and asked, "Is this Honey?"

It took me back, my brows furrowing in confusion. "Uhm, yes. I own the Thunderbird Inn where he's staying."

“I need to talk to the doctor.”

I called over Obie, who introduced himself to Emily. He nodded and jotted a few things down on a notepad, his eyebrows raising, “How many bullet wounds?”

My own shot up as I looked over at Spencer. He didn’t seem the type to get shot up, but then it hit me. Maybe he and Maeve were just victims of something as simple as a driveby. Maybe that was how he lost her.

“...concussions from an explosion… scars on his forearm and leg from a what?” Obie asked, wide eyed. Who the hell was this guy? He nodded, “What was the drug?”

He nodded again, then handed the phone back to me. I could hear the slight tremble in Emily’s voice as Obie showed his list to Barbie, but I couldn’t see it. They shared a knowing glance, but went back to work anyway.

"How old are you?" Emily asked after a moment.

I bit my bottom lip and glanced over at Spencer. What the hell? I adjusted the receiver against my cheek and answered, "Thirty one, ma'am."

Emily chuckled to herself, then sighed. "Have Spencer call me when he gets back to the hotel."

"But, you're his emergency contact," I stuttered, my face mangling up in confusion. "Aren't you going to come see him? Make sure he's okay?"

"Spencer doesn't want me there. If I show up it'll do more harm than good."

I didn't know what the hell that meant, and I didn't want to know more about Spencer than I needed to. I was already way out of my comfort zone with a customer. "What about Maeve?"

Emily made a shocked noise, and there was more shuffling wherever she was. I heard her swallow thickly and take a steadying breath. "She's not available."

"He asked for her," I pressed. I didn't want this man to be alone, not when he was hurt. I also wanted to get the hell out of this clinic. "He thought I was her for a moment. I'm sure if you explained what was going on, she would come see him."

"She's dead," Emily told me flatly. "He was confused. He doesn't want me there, and I promise you if I show up he's just going to be angry. Spencer's a grown man who can take care of himself, and he'll call me if he needs me."

She hung up without another word, leaving me scoffing at the phone. No wonder he left home to wander around the country. My heart reached out to him, though. I was sure that if I were in the same spot as him, I'd ask for Ernie too.

The rest of the night went by in a blur. They took him away for a bit, patched me up as I glared at the floor, and before I knew it Mattie May and Rose were sitting beside me in a room. They held my hands as I stared at Spencer's bruised face, watching the steady rise and fall of his chest.

At least he was breathing. At least I wasn't watching Ernie's dead body like I had almost ten years ago. I wasn't holding Mattie May as she broke down in tears or listening to Rose wail himself to sleep.

"I gotta get out of here," I announced after a while. The sun was beginning to peek through the blinds, and I needed a drink. I stood to make my way toward the door when Mattie May put a soft hand over my new cast.

"You should be here when he wakes up."

I looked back at her with a hard glare, then glanced over at Spencer. My mind was too muddled with memory to stay, exhausted and wired at the same time.

"I'm gonna go work on the boat."

She and Rose shared a knowing look, but I pulled away from them before they could hug me like I knew they wanted to. Rose cleared his throat and nodded, "We'll send Rico down when Spencer's awake."

"Don't," I told him bitterly. The last person I wanted to talk to right now was the idiot who started the brawl in the first place. I still had the napkin in my pocket.

"Honey-."

I turned on my heel and walked out. I stopped making deals with God when the light of my life finally died. I wanted to guard what was left of the good in me and Ernie, our life in this town. If ash blocked out the sky, I would hold the town safely with my left hand, and ball up my right. I’ll always owe something to this place, but the closer I get to the ten year anniversary of my husband’s death I realize how I’ve made this place my own tomb.

When I was in shambles, when I got too weak, the ocean grew hands to hold me. It’s time I stopped blaming God and the ocean. It’s not their fault that they can’t help me. I’m the problem, and I hurt everyone around me. Even a stranger like Spencer was hurt just because I was around, and Ernie died because he always loved my adventurous spirit. He wasn’t even supposed to go on that last trip with me… I have to get away before I hurt anyone else.

I’ll miss everyone at once, everything about this place. I miss it and I’m still here, living in a future memory. But most of all, I miss the ocean. I’ve been running for a decade now in place, never going anywhere.

I think I’m ready to go.

Spencer's head pounded as he struggled to open his eyes. A sharp yipping sound permeated his fuzzy brain, accentuating what was already one of the worst headaches he'd had in years.

"There he is," a deep twang came from his left. "How ya feelin', son?"

Spencer managed to open one eye only to see a tall Asian man in a cowboy hat and lab coat smirking at him over a clipboard. A bolo tie peeked out from his plaid shirt under the coat, glittering turquoise shining under the sunlight from the window to his right.

"Honey," he managed to croak out. Spencer tried to get his hands underneath him to sit up, but his right one wouldn't move from his chest.

"Hold on, boy," a familiar voice came from somewhere near. There was a loud click and he was being sat up on whatever hard surface he was on.

"You're okay, baby," a soft one came next, and when Spencer managed to blink away the fizzles from his vision he spotted Mattie May and her warm hand on his shoulder.

"Where's Honey?" Spencer rasped. He couldn't see her, and his body wracked with aches and pains. "Did they hurt her?"

"She's fine," the cowboy said in a much too cheerful voice. "Sprained wrist and a few bruises, but that girl's been through worse."

"Lonnie and Lloyd?" he gritted out through a pained hiss as he got himself comfortable.

"Micah picked ‘em up this morning, trying to pull shotgun pellets out of Lloyd’s arm and Lonnie's ass."

Spencer grunted in acknowledgement, taking in the room around him. Someone had changed him into a t-shirt and sweatpants, and his right arm was cinched tightly to his chest. He figured he’d dislocated it with Lloyd curb stomping him into the concrete. Metal bars surrounded him, and for a moment Spencer worried he'd landed himself in jail… but then the smell hit him.

"Am I in a fucking dog kennel?" he asked, his confusion and irritation knocking him upside the head.

“Only place long enough to fit you and the stretcher,” the doctor shrugged, looking down at his clipboard once more. “You’re gonna be fine. Just take it easy for a few days, keep the brace on for three. Folks, if I could have the room with my patient.”

“I was a trauma surgeon up in L.A. back in the day,” the doctor muttered as Rose and Mattie May left. “Small town like this can’t afford a doctor and a vet, so I went to veterinary school to do both. If it’s really bad, we’ll airlift them to the hospital in Wild Creek.”

“Where’s Honey?” Spencer asked, ignoring him. He didn’t care about all these random people in this town and their ridiculous lives before coming here. He didn’t even really care about Honey, but he’d gotten his ass kicked trying to keep her safe, and he was a bit disappointed she wasn’t sitting here.

Doctor Altman pointed behind him, “She’s at the dock, working on her boat.”

“When can I leave?”

“Right now, but I wanna talk to you about your liver,” he replied nonchalantly. He fixed Spencer with a pointed stare as his lip curled down into a frown. “Keep goin’ like this and yer fixin’ for a transplant.”

“I’ll be long gone before I need one,” Spencer shot back.

The doctor nodded, “But before you kill yourself you’re gonna stimulate the local economy with all the bourbon you can buy.”

“At least I’ll be doing someone a solid,” he replied.

“I talked to your former supervisor at the BAU,” Altman sighed, glancing down at his clipboard. Spencer’s blood chilled in his veins. “She explained that you didn't want pain medication due to addiction, so I withheld. You're not really in enough pain to need it anyways."

"Yeah, you're a real Saint," Spencer muttered, but then his face flushed with shame. "Did anyone el-?"

"Nobody knows but me and Barbie, my fellow doctor," Altman cut him off with a dismissive wave. "Or about explosions, torture, or gun shot wounds. Half my clients might be animals but I still have doctor-patient confidentiality."

Altman glanced up at him, "Honey was pretty worried about you. I think she could do with finding someone who makes her happy, but I'll let you know everyone in town is mighty protective of her. She’s done a lot for this place, y’know?"

"I'm not sleeping with her," Spencer said defensively, even though he wouldn't mind doing so. "She doesn't even like me, and I don't like her."

“Shame,” Altman grinned, turning to talk away. He threw over his shoulder as he made his way out the door, "Funny how you took a bat to the face and she shot two men, then, huh?"

A few moments later, a young woman named Barbie came in and helped him sit up and stand from the bed. He was wobbly, but Spencer knew from experience he’d be just fine after a few shitty days of pain and irritation. She had bright blue hair and beautiful dark skin, and those spacers in her ears that Spencer couldn't help but look through every time she wasn’t paying him much attention. She told him without him asking that they call her that because of her playful wigs and matching scrubs, and when he said they should have called her Polly Pocket she laughed.

At his request, Mattie May drove him down to the dock to find Honey. Spencer watched the small town go by in the side mirror, eyeing his bruises and pinched eyebrows and hating every moment of it. The arm brace itched and his shoulder ached, and all he wanted was a drink.

“I know you want to check on her, but she’s not in the best mood,” Mattie May drawled as she avoided the pothole that landed him here in the first place. “She doesn’t like hospitals, and she was pretty tired when we got to the clinic last night.”

“Nobody likes hospitals,” he muttered, not really thinking, just glaring at his mottled nose and its purple blotches.

“She hasn’t been there since Ernie died. It’s where we stored his body after the accident,” Mattie May said quietly. Spencer tore his gaze from himself to see her eyes glistening with tears. She cleared her throat and nodded to herself as she drove along the beach. “Doc Altman did the autopsy, but you could look at him and know it was that lightning strike that killed him. Honey took it the hardest of all of us, but instead of hiding she started working. She did everything for everyone in town, just like Ernie used to.

"She did shifts at the diner for Michelle, helped Rose in the shop when Rico was too much of a mess to leave the house. She even fixed Bernie for Nell one time." Mattie May's eyes were far away but she drove steadily down the winding road. "The whole town came to a standstill, we just couldn't believe what happened. They were so young and in love and… she just never stopped moving. I think it's killing her."

The ocean shone brightly on her side of the car, the sun reflecting off her high cheekbones and full lips. Despite her grief, Mattie May smiled at Spencer. She reached over and patted his knee. “Time doesn’t make things much easier, but folks sure like to say it does. I’m sure you know a bit about that.”

“Distance doesn’t help like I thought it would, either,” Spencer replied softly. He liked Mattie May. Hell, if he let himself admit it he liked Collie and Michelle too. That was about it, though. Everyone else was crazy. Spencer swallowed thickly and put his hand over hers, “I’m sorry for your loss.”

She flashed him a megawatt smile and pointed at her chest, “He’s still here with me. I didn't lose anything but the ability to see and talk directly to him. That boy’s with me every single day and just like when he was alive, every day I’m better for it.”

Mattie May sighed happily as they pulled down onto the beachway. “Calling it a loss makes it seem like they’re nothing now, like they just disappeared. It feels that way sometimes, but love doesn’t just evaporate, baby. It turns into something else and finds its way back to you. You just have to look for it in all of its forms. You have to let it in again.”

Spencer didn't have a good reply, so he said nothing. Mattie May parked in the same lot he had his first day and pointed down the beach, "The boats beached down there a way. It's on stilts, you can't miss it."

Spencer thanked her and pulled himself slowly from the car. His body felt like a bruise being poked by a curious child, and the hot sun did little to alleviate it. He felt like an idiot in sweats and his converse. He still didn't know who gave him the clothes, or put them on him, but his red shirt read 'Thunderbird Soccer League.' At least it wasn't scratchy like most t-shirts.

Sweat pooled beneath the arm brace, his hair sticking to the back of his neck. He really needed to cut it, but he liked the slight rebelliousness of growing it out. Twenty years of the FBI's strict rules made it seem taboo, and despite the year Hotch let him grow it out until Strauss complained, he hadn't had it long in a while.

He spotted the boat, and just like Mattie May said it was on stilts. The dock was only a few hundred feet away, why didn't she just put it in the water?

Isle of Honey was scrawled across the side in white script. Three masts stood tall against the oceanic backdrop, the bright blue of the hull glimmering under the sunlight. He vaguely recalled this type of vessel was called a schooner. Spencer found his hand reaching out on its own to touch the shiny surface. Smooth fiberglass welcomed his touch, and before he knew it he was smiling.

A deep crack was sealed and patched through the middle. The image of that fateful night crashed through his mind without permission. He could see the storm in his mind's eye, see Honey with the same fear in her eyes as she had last night before Lonnie's fist connected with her cheek. He could even imagine Ernesto and his locs, the lightning strike on the deck that must have blown the ship apart.

"So you're alive," a voice came from above. Spencer looked up to see Honey, her body in silhouette as she eclipsed the sun. Her hair shone brightly, her beautiful figure cutting just the right curves as he stared dumbfounded at her. "Glad I didn't do all that work for nothing."

A bottle hung limply in her fingers, and she swayed a bit on her feet, dressed in a tight wife beater and shorts. Spencer let his fingers drag down the side of the hull and flashed her a smile, "Permission to come aboard, captain?"

She scoffed and waved a hand, "Permission granted, dickhead."

A few cinder blocks were attached as haphazard stairs that led to the ladder. It took him a few minutes to make his way up, and Honey reached out a hand and gripped him under the armpit to pull him the rest of the way.

He couldn't help himself as he finally saw her up close, and his free hand reached out to touch her cheek. The first bruise was as big as he'd thought it would be, covering most of the left side of her face and nose, but a newer one blossomed in a flat line across her chest and now she had a black eye.

She flinched but didn't pull away, and a hand wrapped in a thick brace came up to rest over his wrist. Spencer's rage from the night before bubbled up like acid, his voice low, "What did they do to you?"

"Relax, I was fine White Knight," she replied dismissively, but she shook before him. Her breath smelled like tequila, and her watery smile betrayed her false confidence. "Lonnie…twisted my hand behind my back and shoved me into the bar. He hit my face on it by gripping my hair."

Honey made a face and shrugged, "You came in before it went further, so I'm fine. I should've locked the front door."

Spencer let his hand slide from her, and he took the bottle from her fingers. Tequila wasn't his favorite, and it was barely seven in the morning, so he winced as he took a long swig from it.

"You didn't do anything wrong," he told her after a hard swallow. "I told Rose I'd get you home safe and I was too drunk. Probably should've stopped after those idiots left."

Honey shook her head, "I'm not your responsibility. I barely know you."

Spencer nodded, but she couldn't understand. The way he was trained, she was his responsibility. Someone was in trouble and he was too wasted to help her like he should've. A few years ago he would have marched the Evarts twins down to the station himself.

She side eyed him, frowning. Her bruised hand reached out and gripped the hem of his mystery shirt, "Did Mattie May give you this?"

Spencer looked down, a bit self-conscious. Getting his first real look at it, he saw that it was well worn. The letters were etched and faded from years of use, sweat stains under the armpits and at the collar line.

"I don't know," he shrugged. "I woke up in it."

"Hmm," she hummed. Honey's eyes went glassy for a moment, but then she flashed him a smile that hurt his chest, because he'd given it so many times himself. "Just don't ruin it. She loves that thing."

Honey took the bottle from his hand and went to the front of the boat, taking a swig and fiddling with something. Spencer realized at that moment that the shirt probably belonged to Ernesto. Calling him Ernie, even in his mind, felt too familiar. He didn't know the man well enough to call him by a nickname said with as much love as the people in this town.

It felt wrong to wear it after being so pathetic at protecting this dead man's wife. He didn't deserve the comfort, and wished it was at least scratchy so he could take it off.

He cleared his throat to get her attention, but she didn't look up. For some reason he waved to the distance and asked, "Why don't you park this at the dock?"

Honey shrugged as she pulled on some rope and tied a knot. "I don't like the water."

He nodded to himself. Unsure why, he didn't want to go back to the room just yet. He chalked it up to not wanting to walk all the way there. Spencer's feet moved on their own until he ended up sitting next to her on the deck, passing the bottle back and forth.

The ocean glimmered like a gemstone, soft waves dancing out in the distance. Kids laughed as they ran around wildly, enjoying firecrackers that were thankfully just far enough away to not be a bother to him. Boats zipped about in the bay along with jet skis and people on water skates.

"You know about Ernie, don't you?" Honey asked after a while.

"Why are you asking me that?" he asked back quietly.

"Most people would've asked why I was building a boat if I didn't want to take it on the water," she whispered bitterly. "You might be an asshole but you're not an idiot."

"Not as big of an asshole as you thought, though."

"I suppose not. You're more of an idiot than I originally took you for, but something had to give."

He chuckled at that. Spencer couldn't really help himself, and he bumped his shoulder against hers, "So why are you building a boat if you don't want to take it on the water?"

Honey scoffed, but a smile broke out across her bruised face. "I hate seeing it beached."

Her shoulders sank and she fiddled with her fingers. "We lived on it for so long, it doesn't seem right for it to just sit here collecting dust. Ernie really loved it, so did I."

"What are you going to do with it when you're done?"

Honey laughed, a bit maniacally. She settled down and pointed out at the water. "I'm gonna set it on fire."

"That's a good plan," Spencer replied, making a face.

"Yeah, I thought so too."

They sat there for a little longer, just watching the water. The sun beat down on them, making them sweat, but neither really noticed. It was comforting to just sit there with her. Her hair blazed in the sunlight, brightening up what started as a shit day in a dog kennel.

Spencer couldn't really explain it, but it comforted him to know what she'd been through. It obviously destroyed her, and like him she had long since given up on putting the pieces back together. He knew instinctively that Honey wasn't going to try to fix him, and he had no interest in fixing her.

Sometimes it was nice to just be broken, and make no apology for it.

"Aren't you supposed to be getting ready?" Honey asked suddenly, breaking him out of his reverie.

"For what?" he asked sharply, a bit suspicious.

"To go to the Falls with the boys."

"What boys?"

She held out her hand and ticked them off as she rattled off names, "Rose, Holly, Rico, and Lionel."

Spencer glared at her, "What makes you think I'm going anywhere with four strange men?"

"Rose said you don't like the fireworks. They all served so on the fourth of July they all go to the Falls and camp out for the night," Honey explained with a smirk. "You can't hear them from there. They cook out and drink, and I know you like doing one of those things."

She shook the bottle at him with a shit eating grin, and Spencer took it from her. Taking a long pull, he squinted at her. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and glowered, "They're not gonna kill me, are they?"

She shook her head and laughed, "Only if you have a drinking contest with a bunch of Rangers. Then you might die. Those guys are professionals."

"Good to know," he huffed, shaking his head.

"So, you're gonna go?" Honey's eyes were wide, syrupy sweet as she lit. Spencer's heart clenched tightly in his chest at the sight, and he found himself nodding. "It'll make the guys happy, whether they'll admit it or not."

"I don't have anywhere else to go anyways," Spencer shrugged it off, but her happy giggle made him smile back. "Might as well die in the California wilderness with a bunch of random dudes."

"See, they'll love that especially. Bravery goes a long way with these guys."

"So they're only inviting me out because I got my ass kicked defending you?"

Honey leaned her shoulder against his and nodded. "Won you a few points in my book, too. Aaaaanndd, they're not really asking. I was informed that you would not be sleeping in my hotel tonight."

"Mmm," he muttered. He hated looking at her bruises, but he couldn't make himself look away. There was something about her that kept his eyes on her, something stirring deep in his gut. Spencer set the bottle on the deck and waved a hand at her brace. "Thanks… for getting me out of there."

Honey's eyes meet his, glittering in the rising sun. Saltwater and citrus emanated from her skin with the light breeze, her entire being seeming to come from the sea. He had the image of a mermaid pop up in his mind, free of the land and all the pain that comes with it. He wished she could escape to the sea like Rose said she used to, but after what happened to her husband a fear of the ocean was only natural.

"Thank you for protecting me from those jackasses." Her voice was small, embarrassed even. Her eyes went glossy and her chin wobbled a moment before she spoke again, "I don't know what they would have done if you hadn't been there."

"Doesn't matter now. If something happened to you, I'm sure Rose would've killed me anyways."

She laughed lightly, and that clenching came back to his chest. "Let's just say we're even."

She stuck out her good hand, so he put out his. They didn't match up as it was his left and her right, but after a moment of twisting they got them clasped. She shook his once, but didn't let go.

Their fingers lingered, hanging loosely with each other. Even with the heat of the day it was comforting, and Spencer's mind made a note of how long it had been since he had a hug. Fourteen months and seven days, to be exact.

He cleared his throat and let his hand fall back to his side. He had to look down at his lap to avoid her sharp gaze.

He had no business being here, on the personification of this girl's grief. He had no right to be a part of her story or this town's. He shouldn't even be wearing the hero's shirt, finding comfort in its softness and memory.

Spencer wasn't a hero. He was hardly even a man anymore. He hadn't been for a long time.

"You ready to go?" Honey asked softly, and when Spencer turned to look at her she was smiling at him with more kindness than he deserved.

She stood and held a hand out for him. He ignored it and managed to get his wobbly legs to work to stand by himself. Honey watched him curiously but said nothing. He waved a hand toward the ladder.

"After you, captain."

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Notes: How do you think Spencer will fare with the boys? Do you think their tragic backstories will clash or help them get closer?

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