fashion is my best friend

       (FLASHBACK~! 4 years ago…)

Chat:  We should just… hang out sometime!  Just… to bond, y'know? We should become better friends.

Ladybug (blushing intensifies): I’d like that… But… what do you want to do?

Chat:  I don’t know… what do you like to do with your friends?

Ladybug:  Well… I like video games!

Chat:  Me too!  But wait… I don’t think we can get away with sneaking a television out of our homes.  What else?

Ladybug:  Well, I like fashion too.  Sometimes my best friend and I give each other makeovers!

Chat:  Youuu… want to give me a makeover?

Ladybug (excitedly): Oh!!!  C-can I???

Chat (caving at the first puppy-dog eyed look from LB, chuckles): Knock yourself out, Little Lady.

Ladybug (stops breathing, gasps, squees dramatically, hugs him): Oh Chat, I can’t wait!!!

       (Later On…)

Ladybug: W-wow! Your hair is so soft! Are your parents like hairdressers or something?

Chat: Haha, nothing like that. I guess I’m just lucky?

Ladybug: Totally! I’d kill to have hair this soft!

Chat: I could buy you some of the conditioner I use.

Ladybug (whispers): I love you…

Chat: What?

Ladybug: What?

Have a little sneak peek at what’s coming up on the next part of our When Duty and Desire Meet collab for our Older!Chat AU: Ladybug and Chat Noir’s origin story!  This drabble was written by both @midnightstarlightwrites and myself! <3

the parent trap pt2 // archie andrews

The Parent Trap (2/12)

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Summary-Archie and (Y/N) separate, splitting their twin daughters between them. What happens when ten years later, the pair seem to be reunited in a twist of fate at summer camp?

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“Oh my god, Jughead. What if she’s being bullied?” (Y/N) panicked “Maybe its not too late for you to pull her out of the camp.”

“(Y/N), I’ve literally just gotten back from a ten hour flight.”

“I’m sorry, it’s just it’s the first time she’s been out of England, without me.

“Oh sweetie, you’re going to get frown lines if you keep stressing about Aria like this.” Kevin tutted at his friend “Although, Andrews isn’t ageing too well himself.”

“I haven’t missed the gob on you, Keller. To what do I owe this pleasure?”

“Josie sent me to fetch her dress and I wanted to see how Nanny McPhee is doing without her beloved child.”

Aria rolled her eyes at the counsellor for, once again, getting her mixed up with a girl she had yet to meet. Her cabin mates grew quiet whenever she asked about Amelia, almost as if they were hiding something from her. “For the last time, I’m Aria Jones!”

“I’ve done it again.” the counsellor muttered to himself “I’m punching Andrews when I next see him.”

“I’m sorry what?” Aria raised her eyebrow. “Who exactly is Andrews?”

The counsellor’s eyes grew wide, making a note to himself. Aria was the straight forward twin with the thickest British accent he had ever heard. Amelia was more on the quiet side and was never seen without Charlie Blossom.

“Charl, guess what?” Amelia sighed as she noticed her best friend join her on the picnic table by the lake. “It’s been the sixth time in two days. Who even is this ‘Aria’ girl? And why are people mistaking me for her?”

“Must be the new girl, A. Haven’t seen her yet but maybe if we find her, we can find out why people are mixing you both up?”

“Didn’t Jess tell us that the new girl was her cabin mate? The British one?”

“Yeah, guess we’re paying cabin twelve a visit.” the boy smirked at her.

“So your mom is a fashion designer?” Jessica gasped “My auntie Betty always talks about her best friend (Y/N). She designs dresses and she’s based in London too. They might know each other.”

Aria giggled at Tara’s words, knowing full well that when she returned home, she’d tease her about how she was now a D-List celebrity and how her uncle Jughead would groan and shake his head telling her not to encourage her mother. Instead of responding to Tara’s previous words, Aria shrugged.

“Holy smokes! What sort of witchcraft did Jessica use to get you to look exactly like Amelia?” a voice practically squealed, making everyone in the cabin snap their heads towards the entrance.

“Charlie, you’re not funny, I bet she looks nothing like me.” another voice added. “Move out of the way, I want to see her.”

Aria’s mouth dropped as a girl who reflected her walked into the cabin. She couldn’t believe it. She didn’t want to believe it. She didn’t have to believe it. The flame haired girl’s eyes met Aria’s, causing Aria to let out a small scoff.

“I’m guessing you’re Amelia.”

Archie and (Y/N) had argued for what felt like the hundredth time. Exhaust was written all over both of their faces. Between school and the twins, the pair never really had time for them. Archie let out a sigh as (Y/N) tried her hardest to fight back the tears. The pair kept their eyes on the floor, despite hearing Jughead clearing his throat.

“Remember when (Y/N) told you she was pregnant, Archie? She had just turned seventeen. She was so naive back then. It’s funny how a few months can really change a person. She came to you crying. I remember feeling distressed myself because I had never seen (Y/N) so upset. You told her that no matter what happened that you’d support her no matter what. What happened to that, Archie? Because right now, neither of you are supporting anyone.”

“God, I hate you Jug, you always know what to say.” (Y/N) exclaimed “But I can’t cope with the constant arguing. Maybe we should take a break, Archie. A week, a month, maybe a fortnight. We need this, for us, for Melia and Aria.”

Amelia couldn’t believe Aria’s attitude, she reminded her of Charlie’s mom. Her auntie Cheryl. They both had a hot temper which was reflected through their hair colour. She began to notice a pattern. Every time Amelia was mistook for Aria, the camp counsellors would give her a glare and a warning, saying that one more wrong move and her mother would be informed of Aria’s misconduct.

“Listen up, Aria. I’m sick and tired of getting mistaken for you.” Amelia stepped into the cabin and was instantly met with a cold and wet feeling. She let out a squeal alerting the nearby counsellors. Before the pair knew it, they were sent off to what their camp mates called solitary confinement.

Aria rolled her eyes as she realised that herself and Amelia would not be leaving the cabin atop the hill anytime soon. She hadn’t even remembered what caused her to get stuck in such an awkward situation. Aria didn’t know what it was about Amelia but she couldn’t bring herself to like the girl, who was basically her doppelgänger.

“Want an oreo?” Amelia and Aria asked in sync, taking each other by surprise.

“What just happened?” Aria gasped “That was a bit odd.”

“My question still stands, Aria, do you want an oreo?”

“I mean, we might as well just open one, we’re most likely stuck in here until tomorrow morning, maybe afternoon.” Aria paused for a bit before speaking again “Embarrassing question, do you by chance have any peanut butter?”

“Are you joking?” Amelia grinned “I love peanut butter and oreos!”

“My friends back home mock me for it, says its a weird combination.”

“My dad told me my mum used to get a really weird craving for them when she was pregnant with me. I guess I must’ve picked up my love for it back then.”

The duo spent a few moments in silence whilst they ate their peanut butter and oreo combination.

“So tell me more about you, Aria, when’s your birthday?”

“Twenty-Seventh of June.”

“No way! So is mine.”

“Maybe it’s just a freaky coincidence and call me crazy but what, what if there’s a possibility that we could be twins?”

“You know, I didn’t like you at first. I had heard a lot about you from Jessica. She talked about how close you were with your dad and how you had these traditions. Maybe I didn’t like you because I-I wanted that.”

“Hey, I didn’t like you at first too! You always got me into trouble.” Amelia argued back “But you’re pretty decent. You’re basically me but with an accent!“

8 & 25 “Why are you so jealous?” & “You’re mine I don’t share”

8 & 25

“Why are you so jealous?” & “You’re mine I don’t share”

‘Y/N please I’m fucking tired!’ Shawn shouted at Y/N.

‘But you promised Julian that you will watch his basketball game, he’s looking forward to see you Shawn!’ Y/N said.

‘Well, he’s not my fucking brother–‘ Y/N cuts him off. Shawn is also shocked by what he just said. He’s really close to the family of Y/N and he’s so close to Y/N’s brother.

‘I have to go, I don’t want to be late at my brother’s game.’ Y/N said and grabbed her purse.

‘Y/N-‘ Shawn said.

‘No, stop. It’s fine and since he’s not your brother it’s not your obligation to watch his game.’ Y/N said and she went straight to her car and drive as fast as she can because she doesn’t want to see Shawn right now.

Y/N got into the venue and she immediately saw her sister, Margot.

‘Hey!’ Margot greeted Y/N and hugged her.

‘Hey! I missed you so much!’ Y/N said and hugged her sister so tight before she sit down.

‘Where’s Shawn?’ Margot asked Y/N because she was used to watch Julian’s game with Shawn except if he was on tour. ‘Wait, he’s back home right? He’s not on tour?’ Margot added.

‘Yeah, he’s kind of tired you know he’s been away for like 3 months.’ Y/N smiled weakly.

‘Are you sure? You seemed lost.’ Margot asked worriedly.

‘yeah, of course I’m fine it’s just that we’re both tired because I waited for him last night to go home.’ Y/N said. Margot nods but she’s sure that there’s something going on between Shawn and Y/N but she didn’t pay attention to it instead cheer for their brother.

At the end of the game their brother’s team didn’t won and they immediately went to where Julian is.

‘Where’s Shawn?’ Julian asked immediately when he saw his sisters.

‘He wasn’t able to come because he’s tired. Remember he just got home last night.’ Y/N said.

‘Oh, maybe that’s why we lost!’ Julian said. He’s so sad, ever since Y/N dated Shawn he’s been so close to him, Shawn was like he’s brother that he never had.

‘But, hey you got your two beautiful sisters.’ Margot said.

‘Yeah, that’s right!’ Julian said and finally he flashed a smiley face to the both of you.

‘Finally, a smile!’ Margot said. ‘Let’s go, let’s grab some ice cream?’

‘YES!’ Julian exclaimed.

‘I’m not going with you guys I’ll be going out with BJ today.’ Y/N said.

‘That’s sad. But please tell Shawn I miss him.’ Julian said. You smiled at him because you don’t want him to know what Shawn just said. It hurts you to know that Shawn didn’t see your brother as his own brother and it breaks your heart.

You hugged your sister Margot and your brother Julian before going to the other way. You meet up with one of your college best friends, BJ. He’s a photographer and you both get along so well because you both have the same passion, photography and fashion.

‘Hey, it’s so nice to see my best friend!’ BJ said and hugged you before sitting down.

‘What’s up?’ You asked.

‘Hm. Nothing much, I mean I’m a pretty boring guy you know that.’

‘Nah, I disagree.’

You both just laugh and for a moment you forget about your problems with Shawn, you forget what Shawn just said earlier.

You opened the door and saw Shawn looking like he’s going to burst any time soon. You didn’t mind him because you’re so tired and you’re still mad at him.

‘Who are you with?’ Shawn asked. He looks so mad but you don’t care at this moment.

‘I watched MY BROTHER’S game with MY SISTER.’ You really emphasized the “brother” and “sister”

‘Oh, really. Look what I just saw.’ Shawn said and showed to you the photo of you and BJ laughing and having so much fun.

‘Shawn, he’s my best friend.’ You said.

‘Oh, really? Just that?’

‘Yes! Why are you so jealous? Did I actually question your friendship with Camila or other girls out there?’ Y/N shouted.

‘Look, You’re mine and I don’t share what’s mine to other people.’ Shawn said.

You didn’t say anything instead you went straight to your shared bedroom and Shawn followed you.

‘Look, I’m sorry about what I said earlier, it’s just that I’m tired and-‘

‘It’s fine.’ You said.

‘Look I’ll make it up to you and Julian I promise!’ He said.

‘Did you really mean it when you said you don’t see my brother as your broth-‘

‘Hey, you’re mine so your siblings are my siblings.’ Shawn said and he smiled.

Y/N smiled at him and Shawn kissed her at her lips.

‘It turns me on so much when you wear this shirt.’ Shawn said and continued to kiss Y/N.

HOW WE CAME TO BE  pt 4

  A/N: This one took longer than I liked. I wanted to think it through and figure out what I wanted for this story…thing, and how I wanted it to get there. I know some people are waiting for something specifically to happen and I promise it’ll be soon.

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It had been only a hand full of days since the doctor released you from the hospital, but the slow goings were going…well…slow. You were doing what the doctor told you to do, to take it easy and get lots of rest after that drunk driver hit you. Dr. Sinclair hadn’t exactly said “bed rest", but he might as well have. You didn’t understand how you could be so bored.


   You’re best friend, Pree, had been spending a lot of time with you at your apartment. She wanted to make sure you and the baby stayed healthy and in bed. There were lots of doughnuts and orange juice as of late. You knew that since you were pregnant, your snacks should have been healthier. The baby, however, has only been demanding the cake doughnuts with sprinkles and sugar-free orange juice.


   When Spencer stopped by a few days after your release, he eyed the containers but didn’t say anything. It was akin to how you didn’t say anything to him about the baby at the hospital. You also hadn’t said anything after being released. It was slowly killing you, but you couldn’t do it. You didn’t know how to tell Spencer you were having a baby, his baby.


    Your relationship with Spencer had shifted since you started keeping such a big secret from him. He was pulling away, and you couldn’t blame him. You had picked up the phone so many times, been tempted to call a cab to take you to the BAU so many times but nothing could make you do it. No matter how hard you tried.


   You were lounging on your couch, eating one of the half-dozen of doughnuts that Pree had stopped by with before she had to be to work at the elementary school she taught at. She was adamant that you would need the dozen, but you didn’t feel the urge to develop early on-set diabetes. There was a book of names in your lap and a smaller booklet telling you about what your cravings meant. You hadn’t really been able to pay attention, though.


   The day before, you were surfing Pinterest in hopes of ideas for things to do while “taking it easy.” You happened to stumble upon ways to reveal your pregnancy to friends and family. What caught your attention, though, was finally figuring out how to tell Spencer about your future.


   Your cell rang, and when you picked it up off the table, caller ID let you know that Pree was calling you on her lunch. You quickly swallowed the lump of doughnut you were still chewing and swiped your screen.


   “Yallo?” You asked, purposefully trying to annoy your friend.


   “Y/N.” Pree rushed, your instincts kicking in.


   “Pree, what’s wrong?”


   “I’m alright, Y/N,” she assured, but you weren’t buying it for a second. “I just needed to call to let you know I’m going to be late to our dinner tonight, with Spencer. I had something come up. Can you send him my regards? I’m sorry.”


i    “What? What dinner? Pree, what’s going on?” You stood up and went for, your coat and shoes.


   “I can’t make it tonight. I’m sorry, Y/N. Send my apologies, please?” She repeated her earlier words, but something in them screamed out at you.


   “I’ll let him know. Thank you for calling ahead to give us the heads up.” You grabbed your keys and left, locking up the apartment behind you. “Are you able to call me later when you get back from running your errands?”


  “I-I’m not sure. I can try.” Your best friend sounded as if she were trying not to cry.


   “It’s okay, Pree. It’ll be fine. I’ll see you soon, I promise you.” You ran down the street to the bus stop and checked the schedule to see if you could make it to Spencer in a timely fashion.


   “Of course.” You could hear Pree swallow. “You’re my best friend, Y/N. I love you.”


   Tears formed and you tried your darnedest not to let them fall. You knew you could keep it together. You had to.


   “I love you, too, Pree. Trust in us.”


   You were hoping for a response, but all you received was the dial tone noise. You took a couple of deep breaths and called Penelope. She could help, she had to. There was something very wrong going on, and all you knew was that Pree needed you. You weren’t going to let her down.


   - - -

   You were nearly a permanent fixture at the BAU, so clearing you at the front desk wasn’t as tedious as it once was. You had called Penelope, and she immediately relayed the message to her team. Morgan had been the one to retrieve you, and he brought a calmness with him. You were still freaking out, but he helped clear your head. He asked you to repeat what you had told Penelope to keep it fresh in your mind, knowing you’d have to tell it to everyone all over again.


   In the bullpen, you sat at Emily’s desk and took some deep breaths as they met in the conference room. You laid your hand on your stomach and tried to ease the stress you were already starting to feel. Sprinting to the bus stop was definitely not under the restrictions your doctor set. The stress from the phone call probably wasn’t helping either.


   You were on the fence about how you felt towards Spencer’s co-workers knowing what was going on with you. They could probably tell that you and your boyfriend were on the rocks but as far as you being pregnant? Only JJ knew and was able to help you get vitamins and the medications you needed.


   The baby was doing somersaults, and all you could do to get through everything was breathe. You forgot to take your prenatal’s and other meds after your doughnut, and you didn’t think to grab them as you sprinted out the door. For still being in your first trimester, the kid sure was active.


   “Calm down, Baby.” You whispered to the air as you sneakily smoothed your palm over your shirt. “Everything’s going to be okay.”


   “Did you just call yourself a baby?” Morgan asked from behind you, making you nearly jump out of your skin.


   You had placed your hand over your heart and took a deep breath. “No. Wait, what? No, I was just talking.”


   His response was an eyebrow raise and no words.


   You tried to deflect and move on. “What’s happening? Did you guys find her? Did you find Pree?”


   “We tried to find her via GPS, but her phone isn’t on. You said she called from her personal cell, so it probably got ditched somewhere.” Your friend wrung his hands together. “There is a possibility that someone took her, but we can’t be sure. Can you come into the room? Just to see if we can figure out where she might be?


   You nodded and stood up, your vision blurring. Derek grabbed your shoulder and helped ground you.    


   “Whoa, Y/N. You okay?”


   “Yeah.” Your left hand had pressed to your temple. “I didn’t eat well today. I’ve been showing signs of low blood sugar lately. It’s easy to forget sometimes.”


   “It’s all that ice cream. Haagen-Dazs has come back to bite you.” He tried to joke with you, lighten the mood.


   You gave a soft smile and turned to make your way to the conference room, but Morgan stopped you by grabbing your shoulder again.


   “You sure you’re okay? Is there anything you want to talk about without others listening in? I’m told I can be a good sounding board.”


   You stretched onto your toes and gave him a gentle peck on the cheek. “Has anyone told you how wonderful of a friend you are? But no, I’m just fine. Thank you.”


   Derek led you into the conference room where the rest of the team had been waiting. You spotted Penelope with her nose in her laptop. You could tell that she was trying to hold in her emotions. It was her cousin, after all, her favorite one. Of course, she’d be the most affected.


   You then noticed Emily and JJ  a few seats over, discussing something in an open file. They had serious expressions on their faces. The untouched cups of coffee told you that the women had been concentrating on the current situation.


   All the way at the other end of the table were Hotch and Rossi. Hotch’s eyes kept rotating between the papers on the desk and the people in the room. Rossi’s eyes were observing what was going on around them. The two were exchanging words every so often. No doubt they were watching you even if your eyes didn’t meet.


   “If we could get started?” Penelope’s voice rang from the front of the room to get everyone’s attention. “I’m sure we’re all aware of what’s happening. But I’ll recap just in case.


   “A few hours ago, Pree VanDalso- the best cousin a person could have- called our dear friend Y/N. She, Pree, had spoken suspiciously about false-laid plans and apologizing for having to miss them. She kept saying ‘I’m sorry’ and other things along the line of ‘let Spencer know.’ We think that those were her code words to let us know she’s in trouble.


   “Y/N said Pree sounded calm but could tell there was some form of tension in her voice. I tapped into the connection and listened to the conversation multiple times. I can confirm that there was DEFINITELY something in between her words that she was trying to get across.


   “After hanging up with Pree, Y/N proceeded to call me and inform me of what had happened. She was brought here to be in the loop as a VIP character witness and help keep us informed if she’s contacted again. And now we’re all up to date and I can breathe.”


   “Whoa, there Mama. Make sure you’re getting oxygen to that beautiful brain of yours in-between sentences.”


   Penelope nodded to her best friend as she sat in her seat and looked all sorts of lost and devastated. Her eyes were red and full of worry. Her purple painted bottom lip was worried between her teeth. No one else at the round table was as visibly shaken as your closest friend’s favorite cousin.


   Hotch’s eyes had glanced over one of the papers in the folder in front of him before he spoke up. “Did she have any plans today? Outside of the ordinary?”


   You shook your head. “No, not that I’m aware of. After she had dropped off her kids off at daycare, she was headed to the elementary school she works at and then back to the daycare. Her usual middle of the week plan. Nothing too extravagant.”


   “She didn’t have any plans to visit you this morning? Or today at all?” Emily asked with a pen at the ready to take notes.


   “No. Not today. She’d already been over almost everyday since I got out of the hospital.”


   Rossi raised his eyebrows. “Wow. She’s a very doting friend.”

   “She was worried. Penelope would have done the same for any of you. It must run in the family.”


   “Especially given the circumstances.” JJ had made the comment under her breath, but you knew that if you could hear it, so could everyone else.


   The statement caught everyone’s attention, and all eyes were brought back to you. Hotch’s eyes stayed on you as he gave out orders to the team and the members of the room dispersed to, their respective tasks. You got up to leave the room too but got stopped by the unit chief’s hands on your arm.


   “If I don’t have the whole story, I can’t help to my fullest extent. Is there anything you ant to share with me before we get too far into this investigation? Whatever you say won’t leave this room. It’ll stay with me, I promise.”


   You mulled it over in your head and took a deep breath. “I haven’t been entirely honest with Spencer lately. I’m trying to be, to find the best time to tell him what’s going on in the background but I can’t seem to find the right words or the right time.”


   “And JJ knows what’s going on?”


   You nod without looking him in the eye. “Yeah, she uh…I let something slip and she caught on. She’s been great, not saying anything but then just a few minutes ago…I guess it’s too heavy for her to hold in, too. I don’t blame her.”


   A look of great concern crossed his features. “Is it something bad? Should we be worried? If you need help with anything-”


   “OH! No. No, everything’s okay. No one’s in danger or anything. It’s not life threatening. It’s…it’s big and important but…depending on how he takes it…it’ll be okay. I hope.” You added the last part under your breath.


   “If that’s the case, you need to tell him. And soon, if I’m correct? You won’t be able to cover it for too much longer.”


   “Is everyone here a psychic?!? I need to meet people in this city that aren’t profilers or expert techies.”


   “Your best friend is an elementary school teacher.”


   “Teachers are underpaid and overlooked. Sometimes I wonder who has the harder job here.” You joked with your boyfriend’s boss, and it helped drain some of the tension of the moment.


- - -

   They ended up finding Pree almost 6 hours after she called you. Someone had spotted suspicious activity in a very tight alleyway in downtown D.C. between a woman and a man that was hauling her from a car into a warehouse. The woman was unconscious and seemed bloody from where the silent observer stood on the sidewalk.


   You were in tears during the quiet trip to the hospital that the EMT’s had taken your friend to. Derek was driving and you rode passenger. You told them you’d take the backseat, but Emily and JJ insisted that you sit up front. It had to do with something about not being able to breathe better when not being surrounded by seats and having a better visual of what was going on.


   When you caught up with the rest of the team, you were told that Pree was in surgery. She was concussed and somehow had damage done to her arm, broken the bone possibly while being dragged out of the car. You weren’t exactly sure. She wouldn’t be able to say anything until was brought into recovery. You’d have to wait it out.


   You had been able to call Alex, her boyfriend, and let her know she was safe and sound. He said that after he picked up the kids from daycare, he’d be by the hospital. You offered to stay and wait for him to give him time alone with Pree sans kids but he turned down the offer. You didn’t fight it, he was distraught, and you thought better than to argue with him.


   Penelope stayed by your side (or was it the other way around?) while you were at the hospital and after everyone had realized Pree would be OK, the two of you hugged, and there were some tears shed out of relief. The techie pulled back from the hug and gave you one of her sweetest smiles.


   “Thank you.”


   You were confused. “What for?”


   “The way you handled the whole thing. When you answered the call and reassured her, playing along. Getting a hold of us and keeping it together the entire time. I could see how distraught you were, a blind bat could, but you kept it together and did a marvelous job. Thank you for making sure my cousin made it back alive. he’s like a little sister to me. I don’t know what I would have done.”


   You pulled Penelope back in for a hug, and this time she cried alone while you held her tight. “Pree’s my best friend. I would give my life for hers.”


   Penelope’s reply was a whisper, and you almost couldn’t hear it. “Except it’s just not your life anymore. You got someone else depending on you now.”


   You pulled back abruptly and threw your hands into the air. “Does everyone know?!? Is there no honor in keeping secrets?”


   Half the team chuckled while the other half looked at you to Spencer repeatedly. Spencer himself seemed lost like it was a math problem he couldn’t figure out. He was biting his lip and wiggling his nose and had to force yourself not to stare. He was still your boyfriend, but you hadn’t even held his hand since you left the hospital.


   “Am I missing something?” Derek’s hands were on his hips, and he seemed frustrated.


   “Oh, Sweetie, I forgot to mention earlier because of- well, you know- a package in your name came to my place by mistake? It’s a big box. It feels expensive.”


   “Did you open my mail, Penelope??”


   “No. Just when I lifted the box, my Spidey senses went off. So? Am I right? Is it expensive? Is it shoes? What is it?” The woman looked like a child waiting for the prize inside her Wonderball.


   “Again,” You linked your arm through hers, and you all began to make your way towards the exit of the hospital. “Is there no decency in having a secret?”


   “You’re right.”


   Your head whipped to face JJ and surprise graced your features. “I am? I thought you weren’t happy with my decision.”


   “Oh, I’m not. Make no mistake. But it’s not my business. It’s not any of our business, really. It’s your secret. You’ll let those need that need to know in on it when you feel you’re ready. I’m sorry about earlier.”


   “You know, this is probably not the best discussion to have in front of You Know Who.” Penelope stage whispered.


   You rolled your eyes in good nature, and when you got outside, you unlinked your arms with Penelope and faced Spencer.


   “Hey. Amazing Boyfriend that I owe an explanation to about my behavior lately, do you want to come over for dinner.” You hoped you sounded sassier than you felt because you were honestly terrified.


   The genius ruffled his eyebrows and didn’t seem too sure. You both had been distant lately. Ever since you blatantly lied to him about something bothering you in the weeks leading up to your accident, he tried keeping you at an arm’s length. You just hoped he wasn’t rethinking your entire relationship. You don’t know what you would do if he decided to end things.


   “I will tell you everything. I’ll explain every little glitch in my behavior towards you lately.”


   The team started to disperse from where you stood to give the two of you some privacy. Hotch caught your eye before he could wander too far away and he gave you a reassuring smile. His smiles were rare, so you took it and let it give you confidence and relief. You had the approval of someone, and that’s all you wanted sometimes.


   “Will it fix it? Fix us?”


   “I really hope so. I can’t think about the opposite, what that would do to me. I’d understand though if it didn’t fix anything. I know my actions aren’t helping anyone. I need to take responsibility for my actions and do it right.”


   “Why do I feel like this is bigger than I think it is?”


   You tucked some hair behind your ear and looked away to fight the tears threatening to fall. “It very well could be.”


   “Are you OK?”


   You gave a smirk. “Call me when you get off of work? I’ll be at my apartment after I grab my mail from Penelope’s.”


   Spencer nodded, and the two, of you made your way to the Suburbans to go back to the B.A.U. You got into the one that you arrived in and buckled your seat belt. You prayed the entire way back to your boyfriend’s work. You hadn’t lied to Spencer. You’d understand if he wanted nothing to do with you after how you reacted to finding out you were expecting. You hoped he’d stay yin the baby’s life, though. You knew he’d be a good dad.


   After going to Penelope’s and using your spare key to get in, you found your package and left right after. If your talk didn’t go over well, you hoped to win Spencer over with the contents of the package. You were sure he’d like it. Hopefully. He had to, right? If he left you, especially while still wrapping your mind around becoming a mom, you didn’t know what you would do.


   “Please,” you pleaded to God. “Please don’t let Spencer hate me.”


   Things had to be okay in the end. Who knew just three short years in your new city would lead to such a soap opera life?

This is a real story that makes my heart sing.

Bwwm stories are my fave so get ready for this.

So the other day I saw my ex on Bumble and I was like lowkey feeling some type of way about it. My best friend and I whipped out the red wine, cookies, popcorn and Fighting Temptations and just sulked. It was Seventeen Magazine advice column worthy. Anyways once I saw him on there I could officially begin to move on, so my friend and I decided to go out in the city last night. We had sulked, and now it was time to rage.

So we’re at this bar with our group of girlfriends and I’m just ready to have a good time. So we’re sitting there drinking and gabbing away and these two guys walk in and immediately I notice one of them. He’s tall with this messy, light brown man bun, wearing a thermal and drinking and old fashioned and I had never seen anything more beautiful. (An old fashioned people. At a tiki bar. Perfection.)

My best friend was like “stop being so obvious about staring at him!” But I couldn’t help it. I was eyeing him. And he was eyeing me. I didn’t know what to do. Every time I looked in his direction he was already looking at me and smirking. I was hardcore trippin I was like there’s no way this guy is checking ME out in my group of all white friends! lolol
My best friend was like “Go talk to him!” And I was like “No way!” That’s not how I roll. I’m not the type to approach. I sit back. And I wait.

So then one of the girls I was with (who I lowkey think was feelin man bun too) confidently invited them over to our table and I was like this is it. What’s going to happen. He introduces himself to all of us and we’re all talking and laughing. He’s very chatty and nice and his friend is funny.

Then he asks what we’re doing afterwards and I was like “I think we’re going to another part of the city” and he was like “okay well can I get your number so if we go down there we can all meet up?”
(My face on the inside 😳😳😳😳) I’m like Yeah sure! So I give him my number and he texts me a few minutes later.

We talked all night and when he asked if I wanted to come by his place, I politely said I don’t actually work like that lol and said “sorry to disappoint.”
He responded, “Far from disappointed. But I will be if I don’t get to see you again.”
“What should we do about that?” I asked.
“I propose an afternoon walk in the park followed by brunch.”
“That sounds lovely!” I replied.

#pumped

So we’re figuring out the logistics of our date and I’m like oh shoot I wonder how old he is. So I’m like “one more question how old are you?”
And this guy bout to be like “35. You?” Me internally: “THIRTY FIVE. YOU’RE THIRTY FIVE IS THIS A JOKE? DO YOU DRINK FROM THE FOUNTAIN OF YOUTH? WHAT KIND OF SORCERY?!?!”
But instead I say, “23!” With the exclamation point as if I’m excited about this.

Women are more mature than men at my age anyway and it would be nice to date someone who has their life together, knows what they want, and goes after it. He’s so cute and the attraction was definitely there but 12 years?! I don’t know what to do.

Advice girl is asking for your advice bwwm world.

#HelpMe