"Ok, so, I made sure to get all my work done yesterday so we can talk about Thanksgiving, we really should have been doing more preparation before, but we'll be fine." Garcia smiled, turning around in her rolling chair.
"Oh, yea, we should do it now because my first day is tomorrow. Um, I invited Anderson, and it's still pending his parent approval, but he said he'd really love to come. " "Puck" told her, looking up with a small smile.
"Awww! That is so cute! I look forward to meeting him."
"I look forward to you all meeting him as well, just… be calm, please." The teenager said nervously.
"It'll be fine, we'll be good. Now, onto planning, we already have food down."
"That we do, what about whose gunna cook what?"
"Well obviously we can't cook everything."
"Duh, but if we split it between the two of us and you spend the night so we can start early. While also having told people what we need them to cook, everything should be fine." Young Spencer said, pulling out a notebook and pen.
He had already started making notes in it, so he wanted to write everything down.
"Sounds good, now we just need to figure out what we're going to outsource and what we're going to cook." Penelope said, chewing on her bottom lip.
"Um, I think whatever needs to be bought should be handed to Starbucks since three of us in the kitchen will just end in a disaster. Do you know who's good at cooking what?"
"Sounds good. I know Derek is good with meats, Emily is good with simpler food like stuffing, Jennifer is amazing at cooking pastries, Rossi is a great pasta chef but can make anything taste good, and I honestly have no idea what Hotch is good at cooking."
"Um, ok, so we'll have Derek cook a ham, we'll cook the turkey, Stunning can bake two or three pies, Gorgeous can make the stuffing, Author dude can make some pasta and anything else we need him to, and um… I guess we'll just have Cute Guy That Doesn't Smile make the cranberry sauce and something with sweet potatoes. Everything else we can do."
"What about Anderson? Should we have him bring something?"
"Um… I'll ask if he can make a casserole or something."
"You really like him don't you?" The techie smiled, hearing that light tone in his voice.
The younger Reid smiled and nodded, the mere thought of Anderson making him smile.
"I look forward to meeting him." She smiled again.
"I hope you all like him."
"Sweetie, you're infatuated with him… we'll love him."
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"What did you and Garcia even do all day?" The doctor chuckled through the door to his room.
His cousin was getting dressed for his date.
"Thanksgiving, we texted everyone saying what we needed them to make, also, all the last minute running around and such will be done by you since Beautiful and I will do using the kitchen."
"Greeeeeeeeeeeeeeat." Doctor Reid groaned, hating the thought of dealing with people on Thanksgiving.
"Calm down."
The eye roll was practically heard even through the door.
"Are you almost done?"
"Why do you need to know? It's not like you have a date or anything."
"I love you too, and I want to change into more comfortable clothes before I go back to work. I fell behind on my paperwork because I spent all of my time outside of work with Tracker."
A sigh was heard and them the door opened. The elder dropped his jaw at the sheer Superwholock-ness of it all.
A dark blue shirt that said "I am Sherlocked" on it was on his chest while black jeans were tucked into his leather boots. A necklace that had a blue Tardis hanging from it rested on his collarbone. But the real amazing thing was… his arms. There were multiple bracelets on each wrist. One was a leather cuff that had a copper plague on it that said "Carry On My Wayward Son". Two of them were simple bracelets that had different charms on it that related to Supernatural. One was basically a version of Dean's necklace made into a bracelet. Yet another was a black cord bracelet that had a silver pentagram on it. And finally the last two were large copper cuffs, one of which had a silhouette of Sherlock and said "221B" on it, while the other simply said "education never ends Watson, it is a series of lessons with the greatest for the last. "
"What do you think?" "Puck" asked nervously.
"That is the most you thing you've worn on a date… you look amazing." The adult said breathlessly, smiling at his cousin.
"Why thank you, now I'm off to pick up Anderson."
"Where are you talking him tonight?"
"We were going to go to that playground that's only a little bit past the BAU."
"You two do know you're almost seventeen right?" The elder chuckled.
"That matters not, plus even the teenagers on the Sims are able to hang out on the kids toys." The teen rolled his eyes beginning to walk to the living room.
"Alright, fine, just be careful." The doctor smiled, going into his room.
"I'll make sure to take your gun." "Puck" said sarcastically, looking at himself in the mirror by the front door.
"You just want him to say "Is that a gun in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?"."
"I'm neither confirming nor denying that. Hey, you want me to drop you off?"
"Nah, I'll just take the metro. Have fun on your date."
"Have fun at work." The younger Reid sang before leaving the apartment.
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"Let me see, Sherlock, Doctor Who and… oh, Supernatural." Angela smiled, looking at "Puck"s outfit.
"Yup, is Anderson ready?" "Puck" asked with a smile, glad he still hadn't made a bad impression on his date's mom.
"Almost, but um, well, we've talked about Thanksgiving with Anderson and he expressed that he really wants to be at your house with your family… and we've agreed." The mom smiled.
"Awesome." The Reid smiled back.
"With only one condition, we want to meet you. Come on in, Alex is at the table already."
Angela led the way through the house that was decorated with exotic things.
"You guys really like A names, don't you?" Spencer laughed as he looked around their home.
"That we do." A different female voice said, smile heard.
"Puck" looked forward and saw a woman about forty years old in a business suit sitting at the table with a smile on her lips, her hair was sandy blonde. The genius looked at her in confusion, not knowing what to say.
"Spencer Reid, this is Anderson's other mom and my wife Alex." Angela introduced.
"Pleased to finally meet you." Alex smiled standing up and extending her arm to him.
"Charmed." He smiled, taking her hand and shaking it.
"So, where are you two going tonight?" The red head asked as their hands released.
"Um, we were just going to hang out in the playground by the BAU."
"At night? Are you sure it's safe?" The blonde female asked concern evident.
"My cousin works at the BAU so if anything starts happening I can call him while we head to the BAU, he's working. Plus I'm not so bad at fighting." The prostitute smiled.
"Alright, just… if anything does happen, promise me you will call your cousin."
"I promise."
"Hey Kingsley." The happy voice of Anderson said from the stairs.
"Puck" looked over and immediately smiled.
"Kingsley? I thought your name was Spencer." Alex said confused.
"Um, yes, my biological name is Spencer Kingsley Reid, but the cousin that I'm staying with is named Spencer Austin Reid… so it gets confusing when we're both called Spencer, so the people he works with call me Puck after the character in Midsummer's Night's Dream and Anderson has chosen to call me by my middle name." Spencer answered, knowing the question was inevitable.
"Oh, that makes sense then. Well, have fun you two." Angela smiled, wrapping her arm around her wife.
"We will, and I promise to keep him safe." "Puck" smiled before the teenagers left the house.
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"Hey kid, what are you doing here?" Derek called from his desk as he saw the genius heading to his own desk.
"I fell behind on some paperwork and Spencer is at the park not too far from here so it was the most opportune. What are you doing here?"
"Prentiss has been giving me some of her files instead of giving them to you."
The genius smiled at that, it was clear she was still mad at him.
"Oh, also, did Spencer tell you what time we should be over at your house for Thanksgiving?" The male from Chicago asked.
"Um, no, sorry, they don't tell me anything. What are you bringing anyways?"
"I'm making the ham."
"Nice, you got the big task, aside from the turkey of course." The elder Reid smiled, pulling out his IPod and large DJ style headphones.
"I promise not to mess it up."
Reid smiled as he put the headphones over his ears. It wasn't that the intellect wanted to ignore his teammate; he just needed to focus on his work so he wouldn't have to come in after work again until after the next case. He knew that Morgan may not be the happiest about it, but it was what needed to happen.
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"Puck" and Anderson sat in two swings right next to each other, straddling the seats so they could face each other.
"Your favorite Todrick Hall video is Beauty and The Beat?" The prostitute asked with his eyebrows raised.
"Yea, it's hilarious, I love it. What's yours?" The blonde asked with a smile.
"Obviously CinderFella."
"I… haven't heard of that one, what's it about?"
"Oh, um, actually, I have it on my phone." The genius smiled, pulling it out.
"Cool, we can watch it in a bit. But first, it is officially the fourth date… so time to explain." The highschooler said, looking at his date seriously.
The youngest Reid sighed dramatically but decided not to fight it and chose to look at the ground while he spoke.
"Alright, so, the reason I live with my cousin is because my parents kicked me out, they kicked me out because they found out I was gay. I learned how much Mormons hated homosexuals when I was about ten… I had already known I liked guys for about four years… So I thought I was going to Hell. So I started freaking out, finally I found out that it wasn't so bad. That there were plenty of other people that were gay and nothing bad had happened to them yet so I decided to not let it hurt me and it worked… until I was about thirteen. Then more hateful things kept getting said, and more, and more. After a while, I couldn't take it anymore, so I started drawing my own blood. This continued because a bunch of other shitty things kept happening to me. So that's why I am who I am, what about you?" "Puck" asked, finally looking up from his shoes after he had finished explaining.
"Um, well, when I was a freshman, I got bullied a lot for my moms, and then I got bullied for being gay. It was just too much, it happened all the time and I couldn't get away from it…So I started choking myself to help… I haven't in a while, but the doctor says that a lot of the scarring will never go away." Anderson sighed, shrugging slightly.
"That's fine, mine probably won't either." The brunet shrugged, reaching out his hand to grab Anderson's.
The blonde boy smiled and threaded their fingers together.
"We'll match then." He smiled even more, leaning forward.
"That we will." The male who was soon to be in high school smiled back, leaning in as well.
The two killed, pretty much everything else in the world forgotten as they just reveled in each other.
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Ok, so, the thing with "Puck" and Anderson kissing, for true, that is basically the story of mine and Jer's first kiss. It was on the swings at the local park after I told him about my self harming because of my family, it was very romantic and it still makes me smile to this day. =)
Link to the outfit and the two Todrick Hall videos on my profile (I love that man), check them out if you want, as well as the rest of his epic videos. Also there is a link to another video by him that isn't mentioned… but I still think it should be seen. =)
Also, next chapter will be "Puck"s first day… get prepared.