How Could Gotcha Be Anything Else? They Get Eachother And I Can Picture Penelope Saying It When She Gives

Hotch’s soft little “oh” when Garcia hugs him in Route 66 sends me— they’re both so soft and that is so incredibly mushy and loving and then “wild horses, sir” juST AHH

anyone else think Stana Katic and Mariska Hargitay could play sisters? Maybe it’s just their colouring and the fact they both have Eastern European roots, but I think they look alike and would be awesome as a sister duo. Bonus points if they are both in law enforcement!

Stana Katic as Zoe Strachan MURDER IN A SMALL TOWN — 1.03 | A Chill Rain

I love her, she is just so sweet! Her relationship with Hotch is really special, they clearly care for eachother a lot. I adore all the different names she gives him, like Bossman, My Liege, Oh Captain my Captain… as they are always said with such affection. I like that they listen to eachother too, as she asks him very early on to not call her sweetheart ( though he meant it in the nicest way possible) and, later, he tells her to not call him honey. Neither of them uses that particular term of endearment when speaking to the other ever again! 

penelope garcia, known hotchgirl

The engagement ring that Hotch uses to propose to Penelope in my AU Into The Gotchaverse. It’s supposed to be rose gold, with an opal in the centre, surrounded by alternating diamonds and pearls. I figured Hotch wouldn’t go for a stone of any particular colour, as Penelope wears all of them ( Jack comes to help and says he thinks Penelope’s favourite colour is rainbow!) and a coloured gem could clash with whatever outfit she was wearing. Pearls and diamonds are also neutral/go with anything, and Penelope also wears gold and silver jewellery, so rose gold seemed like the best choice. Traditionally opals and pearls are not used in engagement rings, as opals are supposed to come loose very easily and pearls represent tears/sadness, so not very auspicious. I feel like Hotch would know that and mentions it once Penelope has accepted. She, of course, loves it! Now I have to write the proposal, in my head it is very romantic, thoughtful and sweet, so I hope that translates to the page!

I can definitely see myself as a mixture of both Hotch and Garcia! As a curvy blonde, I look a little like Garcia, but as a shy/introverted person who takes a while to warm up to/trust people and definitely likes to draw a line between being friends and professionalism at work ( as a nanny, the parents are always Mr and Mrs X, never first names and always the formal you form, even if they say I can use either/both and no matter how well I get on with them/like them! I also adore ( musical) theatre, cooking/baking and am good with kids. My main love languages ( that I display for others) are touch, words of affirmation and gifts, so again, a great blend of my two favourite characters in the show!

🌺  and cast your mutuals as (i have always wanted to do this)

for criminal minds ships?

🌺 and cast your mutuals as (i have always wanted to do this)

I was honestly wishing for someone to send this because I had it all planned it, and I just really wanted someone to ask! Each person has been cast as the ship, because in my opinion, if they had a child, it would be this person :)

I also do not ship every single one of these...

@whump-town as Hotchniss (obviously)

@olivinesea as Jelle (that is a compliment by the way)

@electricsockhead as Moreid (I mean... would you be anyone else?)

@ellyhotchner as Hotch/Beth (my babies deserved a child together, that kid would've been GREAT!)

@willlemonheadsupremacy as Willifer (one of my many faves!)

@anastasiahotchner as Maeve/Reid (smart, books, you know, it fits!)

@bus-kids as Spemily (but like, Reid is just the sperm donor they're not romantically involved!!!)

@lumosemily as Morcia (positivity!! sticking up for the people you love!!)

@hotchgan as Mortch (obviously)

@temily as Temily (obviously)

@infinite-tides as Hotchley (who also deserved a daughter and better)

@kamiamaya as Hotch/Rossi (once again, also obviously)

@transpenelope as Hotch/Madam Bouvier (chaos)

@louisaland as Gotch (perfect blend of positivity and love and don't you dare mess with the people I care about)

That's all the ones I can think of that match somebody...

i'm hosting a first anniversary sleepover!

Pretty in Pink? More like Handsome in Red!

You didn’t see my ball, did you?

1. Red ( pretty much any shade)

2. Forest green

3. Mustard yellow

4. Teal

5. Purple ( pretty much any shade) 

top five colors

ask me my top five of anything!

pastel grey

duck egg blue

sage green

pastel yellow

lilac

Marchwhumpness fic challenge

Written for @marchwhumpness ‘s fic challenge: Appendicitis.

Probably more comfort/fluff than whump, but kid in pain causing dad emotional distress counts, right? This is a few missing scenes from a Season 6 Law and Order SVU  episode, where Stabler is off the case as his son has appendicitis. 

“ He’s got a fever of 101, he hardly ate any dinner last night, and you know how Dickie feels about my mom’s mac and cheese! Then he vomited everything up again. I’ve made an emergency appointment with Dr Archer, for tomorrow morning. The patient wants to talk to you, El, I’ll pass you over now.”

Elliot sighed, waiting for his wife to pass the phone to his son. It really sounded like Dickie was sick, as his kid had no energy, was off his food and was complaining of a stomach ache.

“Hi Dad. I don’t feel good at all. Please can you come and see me if I have to stay home from school?” Dickie implored, using his most pitiful tone.

He sounded so young and so sad, and Elliot just wanted to scoop him up in a hug. He swallowed thickly before replying.

 “Yeah, of course I’ll come see you, kiddo. It must be bad if you’re turning down Grandma Ruth’s mac and cheese, it’s the best. Mom’ll give me a call when you’ve seen the doctor. Until then, Dr Dad says rest and make sure you drink lots of water, OK?” 

Elliot hoped his attempt at humour would help his son feel a little brighter. 

Dickie let out a giggle at the idea of his father being a medical professional.

“Yeah, thanks, Dad. Hope you solve the case.” Dickie replied.

“Thanks, buddy. Hope you feel better soon. I love you” 

“Love you too, Dad. Do you want to talk to Mom again?”

Elliot responded in the negative and hung up, before returning to his mountain of case files. 

The next morning, after Kathy’s call to the precinct.

Elliot grabbed his jacket, his wallet, phone and keys before dashing to his car. He hesitated for a fraction of a second, considering taking a police car to St Luke’s hospital, sirens blaring and thus having to avoid all the traffic lights. He was sure Cragen would understand, but the IAB would probably have something to say about it, so it wasn’t worth the headache.

The journey seemed interminable, and why were all the traffic lights red today? Elliot honked impatiently at any driver who paused for a fraction of a second before moving away from the light. 

He finally pulled into the hospital car park, threw some coins into the parking meter, ensuring it was enough to cover a whole day of parking, though the price made him wince.

He ran inside the building, and only stopped when a nurse called out to him with a warning that he couldn’t just barge in without his identity being verified.

“I need to see my son, Dickie Stabler. He has suspected appendicitis!” he barked at the nurse.

She frowned, checking the in-patient list.

“I’m sorry, sir, we don’t have a Dickie Stabler here”

Elliot’s heart pounded as if it were going to burst out of his chest. His palms felt moist, his head was spinning, he couldn’t breathe… Where the hell was his kid?

“We have a Richard Matthew Stabler though” she continued, unaware that the man in front of her had nearly become the latest casualty on the ward.

“Yes, that’s him!” Elliot gabbled, having extricated his ID from his jacket pocket.

The nurse carefully and quickly checked it before handing it back to him, then giving him the room number. Elliot thanked her quickly. 

As Elliot made his way down the corridor as fast as his legs could carry him,  untying his tie as he did so , while also listening intently for the sounds of Kathy or his son’s voice. 

A familiar chatter reached his ears as he rounded the corner.

“ Yeah, he’s the coolest! He’s super brave, really smart ‘cause he always solves the case. Olivia, his partner is super cool too, she helps him too. When I was little, he came to my school and showed everyone his badge. He said if kids didn’t have a safe adult to talk to, they should talk to me and I could tell him about it and he’d fix it… He’ll be here soon, you’ll see” Dickie chattered away to the nurse who was taking his temperature.

Kathy was sitting in a chair on the other side of his bed, her hand patting his leg affectionately. 

The nurse finished her ministrations and moved away from the bed, revealing Elliot standing in the doorway.

Kathy offered him a small smile and a hello, followed by thanking him for coming so quickly.

His son’s face lit up, his grin almost splitting his face in half. 

“Dad!” he exclaimed, wriggling so vigorously that he almost dislodged his IV.

“Hey, kiddo, how are you feeling?” he asked, pulling up a chair opposite his wife, before cupping his son’s face with his hands, then pressing a kiss to his still too warm forehead and smoothing his hair off his pale face, soothing and stilling  him. 

“My stomach still hurts, Dad. Like, a lot. I have to have an operation! And I’m starving!” Dickie complained, grabbing hold of his father’s hand, seeking comfort and reassurance. Elliot squeezed it gently. 

“ You’ll feel better once you’ve had your operation, buddy. And once you’re allowed to eat again, you can get whatever you want, I promise.” 

Dickie nodded and tightened his grasp on his dad’s hand. 

Whatever medication Dickie had been given started to take effect, as his boy’s eyelids fluttered closed, his grip slackening as he drifted off.

Once he was asleep, Kathy quickly explained that their son did indeed have appendicitis and would be operated on later that afternoon.

Eventually, the doctor came to explain the procedure to them and Dickie, and gave them a surgery time. 

Then the nurse came in to give Dickie an injection of pain meds. 

“Hey, look at me, Dickie. You can squeeze my hand as hard as you want, if it hurts. Do you remember that summer we went to the beach? You and Lizzie decided to dig to China, we had swimming races and we found the best ice cream stand…” Elliot said, trying to distract his son from what the nurse was doing, knowing how much his son hated having injections. 

“Yeah, and Grandma B and Kitkat made that massive sandcastle! They covered it in seashells and seaweed.”

“Ah yes, the sand palace. We’ll have to look for a picture of it in the photo albums when we get home.” Elliot continued, as the nurse caught his eye, letting him know the procedure she had been performing on Dickie had been completed. 

Kathy then came back with  coffee and some lunch for herself and Elliot, as Dickie had been  most insistent that his father not leave his side even for an instant. 

Elliot promised him he’d be there when he woke up from his operation.

After the operation

“Hey buddy, it’s OK, everything went fine” Elliot told Dickie, whose eyelids were fluttering open as the effects of the anaesthetic wore off. 

Dickie eventually got the all clear to go home, where he would have to stay for a few days to fully recuperate before returning to school.

At Dickie’s insistence, Elliot was going to be staying with him for that period.

“I’ll swing by my place and pick up what I need while you get settled with your movie and ice-cream, OK, buddy?” Elliot told his son, who was clinging to him like a limpet to a rock.

Dickie nodded, still reluctant to be apart from his father. 

Elliot pressed a kiss to the top of his son’s head, gave him a final gentle hug as Dickie squeezed him hard before letting go and heading off with Kathy to her car.

Elliot quickly returned to the family home and packed a suitcase for himself with everything he would need for his stay at his mother-in-law’s house. Sleeping on the couch was going to suck, but his little boy needed him, so that’s what he had to do.

He swung by the supermarket to stock up on cookie dough ice cream for his recovering child, as that is what he wanted to eat. 

He hated having to ring the doorbell to see his kids, but his mother-in-law opened the door for him and took the bag full of tubs of ice cream from him. He abandoned his suitcase by the coat rack and made his way into the lounge, after removing his jacket and hanging it up.

Dickie was sitting on the couch, a blanket draped over himself, and his hands full with a gigantic tub of ice cream and a spoon. He was so focused on the movie playing on the TV screen that he didn’t notice Elliot settling down next to him.

Elliot slid his arm around his son, tugging him closer and smoothing his hair.

Dickie leaned his head against his shoulder, tucking himself into his father’s side.

“What are we watching, kiddo?” he questioned.

“It’s called Jackass, Dad. It’s the best!” Dickie replied.

For the next few days, if Dickie wasn’t sleeping, he was eating cookie dough ice cream and watching the seriously overrated so-called comedy. Even Lizzie had begun complaining about it. 

This is one of the prompts from @monthlywritingchallenges list for winter, « Frozen fingers, warm hearts » for Law and Order SVU, in the pre-show years, hopefully showcasing Elliot Stabler’s parenting skills and how he is navigating his eldest child, Maureen, who has just entered her teenage years.

« Maureen, honey, you’re going to freeze! It’s barely 20 degrees out there », Elliot admonished his eldest child, who had recently entered adolescence and was making it known to everyone.

She humphed dramatically, already grumpy at having to accompany her family to her sister’s soccer game. 

« Can’t I just stay home, Daddy? I can make myself a sandwich for lunch and all I’m going to do is read, I promise », Maureen implored, adjusting her denim jacket with embroidered flowers and leaves and badges that proclaimed her to be a bookworm, that reading is her cardio, and that she read banned books. She did so  in order to display her new sweater, which was a lightweight knit in a pretty shade of periwinkle, purchased with her first ever earnings from her babysitting the next door neighbour’s children. 

« Sure, you can stay home, sweetheart » Elliot replied, making her eyes light up at first, before her father added, with a teasing grin on his face, « Just as soon as it stops being illegal ». 

« And wear a scarf, Maureen, please », Kathy added, as she came downstairs with Dickie and Lizzie. 

Maureen complied, muttering under her breath something that sounded suspiciously like « Moooom, I’m thirteen, not three! », selecting a thin, silky scarf that bore a floral print that picked out the same colours as the ones on her jacket, as the twins put on their fleece-lined coats and warm jackets. 

Kathleen arrived from upstairs, wearing her soccer uniform, and began admonishing her family that she really couldn’t afford to be late for her first proper match as she might not be allowed to play otherwise. 

Kathy picked up a bag full of blankets, toys, books and thermoses of hot chocolate and coffee from the hall, in order to keep her youngest two entertained and everyone warm as they watched the match. 

Maureen grabbed her own, much smaller but bulging tote bag that had a picture of Van Gogh’s irises on it. It contained her copy of the novel  that was assigned reading for school, a book for pleasure and some writing materials. 

Everyone was finally ready and piled into Kathy’s car to go to the soccer pitch.

Once they had arrived, Kathleen had run off to join her teammates and the rest of the Stablers headed for the bleachers. On the way up, they bumped into Dickie’s classmates, Ben and Jack, and their parents who also had a child on the team. Dickie dug through his mother’s bag for his police cars and Kathy started chatting to Anne and Susan, Ben and Jack’s mothers. 

« Mom, it’s so noisy down here! Can’t we go further up, please? » Maureen implored. « Yeah, this is not peace and quiet, I really don’t like it! », Lizzie added. 

Elliot and Kathy exchanged a look, he picked up the bag of supplies, handed his wife the flask of hot chocolate, then grabbed Lizeie’s hand as the made their way up the bleachers, with Maureen following behind. 

Satisfied that she’d found a good spot, Lizzie sat down and her father joined her. She then crawled up into his lap and he pressed his lips to her red-gold hair as she snuggled into him.  Maureen positioned herself a little further away, tucking her fingers under her armpits as she visibly shivered. 

Elliot got out a book and began reading to his youngest child, asking her questions and explaining words she didn’t know, punctuated with her kissing his cheek or asking him questions.

Maureen regained enough feeling in her numb digits to get out one of her books and do some reading. She pulled her thin jacket around her, attempting to keep out the chill that was most definitely present in the air. She almost dropped the book as her still frozen fingers shook from the cold. She sneaked a glance at her father and her youngest sibling, who seemed not only so  happy cuddled up together but also warm. But Lizzie was little and cute, and she was a grumpy teen and her father had told her several times in the last week that she wasn’t yo come running to him to complain or expecting sympathy when she decided not to heed his advice or warnings. So she was going to have to tough it out. 

She began reading, having to take breaks to put her hands in her pockets ( that should have contained her gloves, which she had also neglected to bring with her)  or unattractively shoving them under her armpits. At least there weren’t any cute high school boys around to see her, which was a relief. 

The cold also made it hard to concentrate on the words on the page, as well as causing her to drop her novel repeatedly. 

She glanced over at the other two members of her family again. Lizzie was playing with her Calico Critters, and seemed to be telling their dad all about them and the adventures they were having. Her father was holding the coffee flask and was sipping from it. Maureen hated the smell and the taste of coffee, especially black coffee, which was how her dad usually drank it. She’d begged to taste some a few months ago, claiming that now she was 13, she was grown-up enough to drink it. She’d had to doctor it with so much cream and sugar to make it palatable that she may as well just have hot cocoa instead. Still, coffee would warm her up. But that would mean she’d have to go and admit to her dad that he was right and she was wrong, and she just couldn’t let herself do that. Her mom and teachers said she was tenacious and determined, but her dad and paternal grandparents called it the Stabler stubbornness gene. Only Lizzie seemed to not have inherited it.

She looked over at her father and Lizzie, who was still chattering away animatedly, and her dad was listening intently to her. 

« Poor Mo, she looks so cold. And sad, Daddy » Lizzie declared

« She sure does, honey. Let’s give her a minute and see if she comes over on her own, OK? », Elliot replied, knowing full well that the chances of his eldest doing so were close to zero. 

He began rooting in the big tote bag by his feet, until he found what he needed. Brandishing the blanket, he shook it out and made his way over to his visibly frozen teenager. He silently and gently draped the thick blanket over her shoulders. She immediately wrapped it around herself tightly , getting it to cover her head too, for extra protection from the chilly temperatures. 

Elliot made his way back to his other daughter, biding his time until she came to sit with them. 

He did not have to wait long, as Maureen gathered her belongings together, picking up her book from where it had fallen on the ground for the millionth time. 

She came to sit next to him soon after, leaning into his side, immediately comforted by the familiar scent of his aftershave and his warmth. 

Elliot placed his arm around her, pulling her closer. Her head came to rest on his shoulder, and he tugged back the blanket slightly to be able to deposit a kiss to the top of her forehead, close to her hairline. 

Wordlessly, he handed her the flask, the heat emanating from it warming her hands. She braced herself before taking a sip of the strong, black beverage. Her face screwed up as the liquid passed her lips, but the warmth it spread through her body was most welcome. 

« Thank you, Daddy » she said quietly, feeling not only safe, but a lot less chilly than she had been.