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fatalitysficbakery · 2 years

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The Brain, Not The Heart. Spencer Reid x Black Fem!Reader

Genre; Angst/Fluff.

Warnings; Kidnap, Torture, Injury, Blood, Brief Mentions Of Sexual Assault, Maeve Supremacy (she and reid deserved better.)

Synopsis; Since Maeve’s death Reid has been closed off from love but when he met you? He saw a future he never thought was in the plans for him. When you’re kidnapped, the brain of the team is suddenly the most frazzled one there.

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↳ ❝The story of life is quicker than the blink of an eye. The story of love is hello and goodbye, until we meet again.❞⁣ -Jimi Hendrix

When I die there are people that I will mention. Few I will call family, some are my biggest supporters. I won’t throw the word family or friend around so carelessly as I did at the beginning of my lifetime. When I die, I won’t die as I’ve lived. I won’t die with regrets.

Love was a thing I thought was something out of a fairytail, it only happened to the royal and famous and I was neither. While, I had the brains I was still scraping from the bottom of a barrel white men had already wiped clean. It took years of hard work for my efforts to pay off- I was working two shifts as a grocery store and hostess at a “mexican” restaurant if you could call the “authentic mexican” food they sold Mexican. Meanwhile, I was studying to become a Detective. I worked in Homicide for 8 years before my eventual transfer to Quantico.

Now, Quantico. You’d think it was a modeling agency if you walked in and saw the faces of Morgan, Prentiss, and the rest. That’s not where my eyes fell, however. Spencer Reid was nothing if not interesting. The closest on the team to my age, apparently I had knocked him out of the “youngest member” of the BAU title. I don’t remember how it started, maybe it was when he sat down in front of me on that jet and started doing magic while telling me random facts about my favorite animals- Frogs. I would’ve questioned how he knew if I weren’t wearing my frog earrings and necklace. Our “young pretty” faces and both being nerds is why they dubbed us the pretty girl/boy crew when we finally got together. Finally, Morgan had said…The kids got someone to tell his overwhelming amount of “fun” facts to.

“Well, are you gonna keep reminiscing or fight”?

“Who are you”? I looked at the blurry vision of a ginger haired woman while my eyes struggled to focus.

“Spencer loves you…You can’t give up, Y/n”.

That’s when I tuned back into the nightmare at hand.

“Wake up, Princess. We’re not done yet”.

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His leg shook, he held your locket tightly in his hand racking his brain trying to figure out why you’d been taken and by who.

“Reid”?

“No”. Reid replies shortly, still focused on the task at hand. Kate sighed, she knew he meant well and that his frustration and coldness wasn’t due to her. Kate remembered Reid telling her about Maeve during one of their cases, and she knew this opened up old wounds and brought back difficult emotions, like fear. Kate was no stranger to the danger of the job, coming back after her niece was kidnapped was a situation her, Meg, and her husband had talked about thoroughly- weighing the risks, the pros and cons, especially when the new baby was added to the mix. Ultimately, they decided it was time for her return…What a helluva return that was.

“Reid… Hotch wants you to go home”.

Spencer eyes snapped quickly to Kate’s, he knew it’d be coming but he wasn’t ready, not yet. not when you were still out there probably being tortured, and he knew…It was all his fault.

“N-no, I’m not leaving”.

“Yes. You are”. Aaron walked in behind Kate with Morgan in tow, the genius was near tears, his adam’s apple bobbing when he swallows, looking at the board plastered with his girlfriends face all over it, “Morgan will take you home, We’ll keep you in the loop, Spencer but you can’t help Y/n in this condition. We need you, Reid”.

“Y/n needs you…” Kate finishes softly.

Reid sleep deprived raccoon eyes looked at everyone for a moment, trying to think of more ways to fight but he knew his team was right. He couldn’t help her like this, “Find her”.

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I don’t know how long it’s been, I just know I was going to Quantico when I was snatched, I think they knocked me out because my head was pounding like I’d been knocked over the back of the head. When I came to I saw a woman sitting next to me. She wasn’t one of my captors, no. She was beautiful. I could only talk to her when I fell back unconscious, when I was awake she’d sit there quietly giving me a sweet reassuring smile, and squeezing my hand while my body was relentlessly tortured in a number of ways.

The way the tears fell from my cheek was as if they’d known what was happening, and wanted to crawl away. Figures. My tears escape before I do. Another blow to my stomach, and I double over.

“Oh look at that she’s back out like a light, ladies and gents. It’s about to be fun”.

The last thing I heard before I was in that field again by the creek, sitting on the ground wearing my dream dress, that ginger woman back by my side, “Who are you”?

“My names Maeve”.

Spencer’s late girlfriend. The one who’d been kidnapped and murdered before I was even in the BAU. She noticed the recognition on my face and nodded, “You’re beautiful, Y/n. Smart… Spencer always liked a woman who could keep up with him”.

“He does, doesn’t he”? My voice cracked to which Maeve scooted closer to me and let me sob into her arms.

“You’ll see him again”.

I could feel dreamland slip away again, and the pain returned. All I could think of was Spencer, hoping I’d get another chance to tell him I love him. To steal his jello, and then share it with him while he acted like he was annoyed but kept smiling.

“You and your boy toy should’ve minded your fucking business”. A gruff familiar voice rang out, I saw the burning hot iron written with “whore” on the very end, this time…I forced myself unconscious. I couldn’t deal with being branded by the very men I thought I’d put away.

It was about the time you found out who your captors were that the team did, that…Reid did.

Reid was known to do stupid things with emotions involved, he knew where they took you and hadn’t told the team yet who was currently struggling to find it themselves.

When no one could get ahold of Reid, Rossi and JJ were sent to his house where they found the door unlocked, and in disarray. It’s where they noticed Reid’s own crime board, and the newest circled word? Cabin.

“He beat us to it. Call Hotchner and let him know the kids gone off on his own”.

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“You’re gonna fight this. Spencer loves you”.

“What if I can’t, Maeve? W-what if I’m not strong enough for this? They’re killing me…” My voice trembled, in all my years of catching criminals, dragging my way up from the bottom of the list of those expected to succeed- I’d never been so afraid. Maeve only giggled, putting a flower into my fro.

“You’ve already been saved, sweetheart. He came for you. You just need to make him proud, and come back..for him”.

“Come back”?

Pressing a kiss to my cheek, Maeve’s once pale skin now looks almost see-through, she speaks sweetly into my ear before finally disappearing, “Come back..”

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I fought against the blankets, eventually winning and throwing them to the side. Frustrated. The memories and nightmares were fresh in my mind, and although Spencer’s been there every step of the way, he’s still been distant. This has taken a toll on both of us.

Lying on my back, I stared at the ceiling, daring my tears to fall. I thought about my captors; Eddie and his crew. Weren’t too happy when Spence and I shut down their kiddie assault club… I just want to know why they didn’t take him too? We were both equally as invested in this case, more so than anyone on the team. Why wasn’t he taken too?

Why was it only me that relived the torture and sexual abuse when I closed my eyes for only a second. Not only that but the scars were still healing on my body. I was still healing, my fingers curled into the bottom of my tank top- lifting it just enough to expose the word “whore” burnt into the flesh of my underbreast; made no better by the fact my skin was known to keloid. I’d live with the scars on my mind and body as long as I lived.

Sneaking out of bed, I glance at my boyfriend; I leave.

Spencer’s loft was his sacred place, the shelves were lined with books and the room had a worn but comfortable recliner in the corner. Papers were scattered about, and it looked a mess, but I knew it was on purpose. Why I went to his loft?

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“Woah, is this your office”?

Reid chuckles nervously rubbing the back of his neck, “Ah, kinda? It’s moreso…My safespace”.

Your eyes scanned the books, shimmering with glee. You’d always wanted a book loft like this, with an excited exhale, you twirl around back to Reid; he notices the excitement in your eyes.

“You know. I wasn’t for sharing before, but Y/n”?

“Hmm”? You smile brightly, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Whenever you need to feel safe or you just need to get away…My loft is always open for you”.

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“I knew I’d find you here”

I could hear the tiredness in his voice, raspy and groggy. I never liked crying in front of others, but I could feel the tears pricking, “Yeah…Remember you told me I could”.

“I didn’t say it was a bad thing… What’re you looking for”?

I kept my eyes on the bookshelf, watching him sit in the recliner out of my peripheral. My heart tightened, I’m a profiler, yet I didn’t know what would happen next. I kept having those nightmares- Spencer leaves me because of my newfound trauma. I’m broken now. Who wants a broken doll?

“Come sit with me. Please”? Spencer held out his hand for me, it’d be a moment before I made a move but I was now in the lap of the Dr, and it all came crashing down the second I hit his lap; I loved burying my face in his neck, so why not sob into it as well?

Broken and pained sobbing. 15 minutes, Reid jokingly told me after I stopped crying. I’d been sobbing into his neck for 15 minutes- when I wiped my eyes, he was smiling at me while holding Charlottes Web in his hand, one of my childhood favorites.

“We haven’t read together in awhile, have we? Can I read to you”?

I nodded weakly, not even bothering to smile back- it’d be faked if I did, Spencer knew. His cologne, his voice, his body heat, and god his voice. I felt so safe and serene in the moment. I knew there wasn’t a danger in sight within his arms, I was thinking I might finally drift asleep; without nightmares, hopefully.

“I love you, from now on I’ll never let anyone hurt you”.

It was whispered into my hair as I fell asleep, and although I wasn’t awake enough to say it back, I scooch a little closer; I squeeze him a little tighter. He knows what it means.

“I know you do… I know…” were the last things I heard before falling into a deep slumber.

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I was back at the creek, it looked different now. Happier. More Vibrant. I could see bunnies running around and butterflies flying low, and I could see a woman’s silhouette in the distance- I run to it. I know who it is immediately.

“I told you so, Y/n” Maeve says before I even greet her, I would act surprised if I wasn’t talking to my boyfriends dead girlfriend. Huh, what a strange 3 words to type.

“How did you know, Mae”? I hugged her tightly, and she giggled kissing my forehead.

“Because you’re too good for one another for you to leave him just yet… You need Spencer”.

“I-I do”? I stammered.

“Yes… and Spencer. Spencer needs you, Sweetheart. Keep him grounded, and take care of each other alright”?

Maeve pressed one last kiss to my forehead, her smile was contagious- I couldn’t stop smiling, tears rolling down my cheeks watching her walk away, disappearing into the distance.

Her ginger locks, and green and white sundress flowing as she walked.

An evanescent light of white and two hearts entwined left in her wake.

↳ ❝If life can remove someone you never thought of losing, it can replace them without someone you never dreamt of having.❞⁣ -Rachel Wolchin

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A/N: ight, it’s pride month. expect sapphic shit.

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Runaways. Calliope Burns x Black Fem!Reader

Genre; Angst/Fluff.

Warnings; Mentions of abuse, manipulation, favoritism, etc.

Synopsis; You and Cal have had enough.

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—The air humid, mist hanging thick in the air, two figures stand behind a jam packed SUV with suitcases almost bursting through the back. Their hushed tones are hurried and their banter tense with the situation at hand. For so long they’d been controlled and living in the image of their families legacies for so long, the thought of leaving seemed impossible until now.

“It’s not gonna fit. We’re going to have to leave it”.

A heartbroken sigh leaves the lips of one of the figures as they nod, a tear sliding down their eye.

“Yeah I know…Let me just get everything out of it first, please? If I can’t bring the entire thing, I-I want the pictures and jewelry”.

“Of course. I’m sorry, love” Moving the others hair from their face, they kiss their forehead before giving them a moment to mourn the loss of their most beloved possession.

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The music box had been the last thing Y/n inherited from her real father, the only Fairmont she knew that had never cared much for the entire traditional vampire thing, he wanted her to live as her true self and had no qualms of showing it; It’s why he left. She didn’t know specifically where he’d gone but he’d left her the music box with letters, pictures, and jewelry. He kissed her forehead, and made her a promise.

For the longest, she’d cherished that music box as the thing made her remember she was different from her controlling family members whilst hoping to one day break away and search out that promise her father made her.

The music box meant the world to her, and it was the reason she knew she had to leave.

The pink and golden box was indeed not a small music box, her mother would scoff at the sight of it everytime she entered girls room. At first it was only snide remarks, pettiness that reminded her of her mother’s narcissism and simply why her father had to leave her behind.

When she met Calliope, it had turned from smart remarks to a tool of abuse for her mother and golden child of an older sister. They at first only threatened to take it away if she kept seeing Cal —something she took with a grain of salt, until that day.

Being caught with your forbidden girlfriend was bad, but being caught with your forbidden girlfriend by your controlling abusive narc of a mother, and your yes man of a sister? That was worse. They’d dragged her home, sat her down, forcing her to watch as Elinor took your music box and berated her as she sobbed for hours, begging for it back.

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“Hey, I’m sorry we had to leave it”. Cal squeezes your thigh in comfort. You looked out the window, trying to will yourself not to cry. Not in front of Cal, you thought. You knew why you had to leave it, but nothing comforted you more than the nights spent listening to the music whilst going through pictures of you and your dad.

“We had to. I know we had to. I’m just…I stole it back just to leave it, Cal.. That’s the last thing of my father I had” She sniffs, mumbling against the sleeve of her sweater, “We had to leave our phones, we had to work for this. I’m fine”. You told her, mostly reminding yourself in a hushed mantra.

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I remember clearly when hunting went from being my favorite thing to the most dreaded part of my days. How I longed for my first kill, to rid the world of what I thought was evil. I had never considered it wasn’t as black and white as I thought until I met Y/n. The battles between good and evil had now become a line I felt both sides could cross, and it I saw it be true in ways that terrified me. The vile, greediness of a hunter seemed just as bad as a vampires greedy lust for blood —I, now, saw more than a cause in my families eyes; they were thrilled to be killing and could do it with a smile, yet the monsters we fought were the evil ones.

When I met Y/n, it was all so clear. I looked in the mirror and I saw a greed in myself I didn’t like. A bloodthirsty evil that had been instilled in me since I could walk. As young as 2, I could walk into a room and see weapons and trinkets from old huntings. Souvenirs of a kill. The day I cheered with my family after killing someone else’s (no matter the species), I knew I couldn’t live like that anymore. I couldn’t live knowing killing was something for me to cheer about.

I had to go.

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“Do you ever wanna do something besides hunting”?

Truthfully, after she’d outed Y/n and I to my parents, I didn’t understand why I was asking Tess this. She valued hunting more than anything in this world, and I knew this would raise red flags to her but…Maybe that’s why I said it. I knew soon, this would be the end.

Her eyes shot up from her phone and I could feel her judging me, reminding me I was an outcast in my own family.

“Not this shit again. They killed my parents, Cal. Open your fucking eyes —They’re monsters”.

But were they? Or were they just trying to survive?

I fiddle with my nails, mumbling to myself, “But We were trying to kill their family too…”

I could feel Tess’ eyes burn a hole through me, and I knew she’d probably run and tell my parents, my brothers —I no longer cared.

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Before the day we left, Cal and I had been planning for months. We barely got to see each other but we’d meet up once a month to secure things for the day we’d leave. We had to get jobs to pay for new phones because ours were too easily tracked. We had to buy new wardrobes so our rooms would be left untouched. We started decorating an old cabin my father had, one not even my mother knew about.

I’d spent so much of my life feeling different than my family; taking blood pills to feel normal, to not take my cravings out on the innocent. My family wanted to be monsters, they wanted the thrill of killing humans —Especially Elinor.

I had to fight for my spot in the light, always in her shadow, being compared to her was something that made me the insecure shy girl I am currently. Elinor was my mothers doll, shaped into the image of her own reflection; she could do no wrong, but I could.

The fact I didn’t want to kill was laughable to my mother, and she let me know it constantly. How shitty a legacy vampire I am.

I needed to be a monster or I was a failure.

In the eyes of Calliope Burns, however. Me not being a monster was something I should take pride in, to be proud of. I could be me with no judgement.

It had never been so easy to choose to run away with someone.

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After 22 hours of driving, you and Cal finally arrived at the cabin. You knew your family would be aware of your disappearances by now, and you wondered if your mother or Elinor would even care —Or would they be happy that the weakling was gone? The one who tarnished their legacy with her disdain of tradition?

Similarly, Cal wondered of her mothers reaction. Of her dad and brothers. Of Tess. Would they be relentless in finding her or would they finally let them be?

Snapping out of her thoughts, Cal is confused when she sees a figure on the porch of the cabin —tapping Y/n.

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“I know you’re not still sulking about that…hunter. We have someone much more suitable for you to meet, and they’re your own kind”.

“Yeah, baby sis, and I know how much you like girls. Picked her out myself”.

Margot and Elinor open your room door, expecting to see you still sulking about your little girlfriend, and plenty ready to mock you for it. Forcing you to do what they want once again.

Instead they found a white envelope on your bed, neatly wrapped in a golden ribbon.

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“W-where is she”!? Talia’s voice trembled, looking at Tess with eyes watery and her voice quivering.

Tess flinches, holding up a note to Talia who shakes her head, immediately knowing. Guilt rushes through her as she begins to read.

“I love you. I love you mama, I love you dad, and I love Tess, Apollo, and Theo. That said, I couldn’t stay. I couldn’t feel truly human in a family so happy and willing to kill without thinking twice. Swearing it’s on moral grounds based off closemindness and a rivalry that started long before my birth. I’ve watched and participated in savage killings, saying it’s to protect humanity while grinning and taking souvenirs. Killing others families under the guise of protecting mine. Truth be told…Neither side is innocent, but Y/n is. Y/n makes me happy. Y/n isn’t a monster, and you all can’t seem to understand that —The more you control my life, the more I’m pushed away. I believe in not judging others before seeing their heart…At least that’s what you taught me, mama. Right? Keep an open mind?

You won’t be able to find us, and I suggest you don’t. I’m not coming back unless changes are made…I can’t keep distorting my reflection in the mirror for a legacy I never asked for. I want to feel my humanity again —Let me be human again.

I love you.

-Signed, Calliope.”

Talia finishes reading aloud for the family as a tear drips down her eye. The air is thick, and there’s a moment of silence before Theo speaks.

“Well!? Come on we have to find her”!

Grabbing the keys, there was a commotion as everyone left for the car. Begrudgingly, Talia follows with no hope in her heart; knowing her daughter like her own heart, she knows it’s futile to search.

They won’t find her.

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Y/n looks out the window in disbelief. It couldn’t be. Nearly falling out of the car, she runs up to the figure with tears immediately falling down her cheek.

“P-papa”!? You throw yourself into his arms to which he holds onto your tight, kissing your hair.

Cal watches in happiness. She hadn’t seen your smile since you’d gotten your music box taken that night.

“Hey Little Dove”.

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I stared down at the paper in disbelief, the Fairmonts had a strong, all powerful family that dealt in dirt and blood whilst hidden in plain sight. I had to push Oliver out after seeing what a weakling he was —But Y/n? I had to admit, although she was weaker than Oliver, I had a soft spot for my “cute” baby sis. She couldn’t harm a fly let alone finish her first kill in time for the ceremony. Ever the goody 2 shoes. I didn’t expect this, and by the look on our dear mothers face; neither did she.

“Elinor. Gather the others”. Mothers demands usually fell on deaf ears when it came to our relationship, but I could tell she was serious. So I did.

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I scowled. Betrayal. First we’d lost Oliver and now Y/n was rebelling because of that hunter thing. I knew she couldn’t handle this, from the moment I’d given birth to her. From the moment Greg left and that god awful music box became the equivalent of a stuffed animal to a toddler for her.

“Hi mother, Elinor. I hope this finds you well after I’m gone. I don’t want to be found. I’ve been belittled and controlled in this family long enough. Time and time again my pleas of living a normal life seemed to go unnoticed —Forced to mask myself as the monster you molded Elinor into. Your little golden girl.

Truth is, I’m not a killer. I don’t want to go down the path you and this family have taken with horrible reasoning of it being tradition. For so long I’ve put on an act to please and obey you; smiling and trying my hardest to be the legacy vampire you wished I would be.

I know why my father left. I bet you thought I didn’t. Do you remember the night he left? You scolded me for coming home late, and the next day you found me listening to the music box…You looked disgusted with me. I could never forget that look.

That night dad took me to the lake, we had a picnic and watched the stars —He read to me one last time, and then he broke the news. How you tried to mold him into the husband you so desperately wanted for the validation of your mother. The source of how your narcissistic personality came to be, no doubt.

He told me everything, made me a promise, gave me the music box and dropped me off before he’d disappeared.

From the time I was a toddler you’ve controlled every aspect of my life, compared me to Elinor, and drained me of the happiness I once knew. I was your doll, I filled the place dad had left purposely. You always did pride yourself on being nothing like your mother —You ARE your mother. You’ve transferred the abuse she gave you and sent it back to me tenfold. You’re that monster you always wanted to avoid turning into, Margot. How does it feel?

How does it feel to know you’re just like grandmama? That I left because I couldn’t stand being in that house with you anymore? With you and Elinor? Whose just the same as you and grandmother.

Try to find us, and you’ll regret it.

Give my regards to grandma, oh wait… Well. Have Sebastian tell her for me.

-Your Loving Daughter, Y/n.”

There wasn’t a doubt in my mind that she’d be back, groveling at the feet of the Fairmont family to give her another chance. I should’ve known she was a weakling.

Just. Like. Her. Father.

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Spending time with my father was like the old days, he’d promised to come back and now that he was here in the flesh, I had so much curiosity in my heart.

He played candyland with Cal and I and seeing him get along with her was the most beautiful view. For once I felt as if I was in a space of comfort where I could be myself without worry of judgement and the nitpicking of my every choice. I still felt the bitter sweetness of being away from my family, however. A tug in my chest that kept telling me I needed to go back; I was happy for once. Happy to be away. Yet the guilt ate at my soul like a buzzard to a Bambi’s corpse.

My dad saw the look on my face, and asked Cal to give us a moment. For the first time in years I sat in my dads lap with my head cradled to his chest —I was his little girl again, to be protected from the harshness of this world.

“Did I make the right decision, Papa”? I asked meekly, looking up at my father, no doubt still seeming like an 8-year-old in his eyes.

He sighed.

“Bubble. I made a promise to you, you made a promise to me. I promised I’d come back and you promised me to never end up like your mother, her mother, or her sister. It was sooo hard for me not to scoop you up and take you with me, but I never stopped watching over you…Protecting you”.

My ears perked up in confusion, looking at him with my eyebrows creased in confusion. He nods in return, booping my nose like old times.

“I was always near, watching to see the young woman you’d become. I knew you’d never turn into them, sweetheart…It’s not you, and I am so proud of you for that. I saw you’d found Cal and knew it only a matter of time before it was time for me to hold up my end of our promises; getting to witness the new you in reality? That was all I needed”.

I could feel my eyes watering, I could feel every emotion from sadness to anger at the world coursing through me —all I ever wanted was my dad to see me now and say he’s proud of me. I sob into his neck, leaving a mess of tears and snot on his shirt. He rubs my back and says the five words I’d been aching for.

“I’m proud of you, Bubble”.

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You see forbidden love stories and wonder when it’s your turn. You sit around reading the novels and daydreaming of something you think is impossible. With you and Calliope went through reminded you that it was the two of you against the world.

“We made the right decision, right”?

Cal chuckles, tilting your head to look at her, smooshing your face in her hands and pressing a kiss to them.

“The fucking best”.

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A/N: for dré because dré supremacy is so real.

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fatalitysficbakery · 2 years

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Hi ! I’m new to your page and I LOVE it so far ! I was wondering how do you think Amaro would react if YN was in Rollins place while their being held hostage in S16.E4 Holdens Manifesto ?

Holden’s Manifesto. Nicholas Amaro x Black Fem!Reader

Genre; Angst/Fluff.

Warnings; Hostage Situation, Side Character Death, Blood, Protective Yet Tender!Nick.

Synopsis; My first reaction about one of my FAVORITE episodes!? Okay, Okay. Here’s how I think Amaro would react to s16e4 but with wife!reader instead of Rollins.

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↳ Now we all know Nick, he’s strong headed, has a LOT of anger issues, and most of all? He’s protective. Sometimes a little too protective. When he sees you starting to get into Holden’s head he knew it’d only end one way; He’d have to leave, and that was something he was not prepared to do and with you being the only one in the room Holden would talk to, Nick’s presence wasn’t much appreciated given the fact he was a male Holden determined to be the reason women didn’t look his way.

With Nick disarmed and handcuffed it gave you time to establish a rapport with Holden, Nicks stomach was churning the entire time he watched you with the unhinged individual. He was silently praying a shot blasted through that window, but he knew there was no clear shot at the moment. Not with a hostage in the room.

“Not so tough now, are you”? Holden smirked at Amaro.

“Hey, Holden, He’s not the one you’re mad at. Neither are these girls. Let’s talk about the people who’ve hurt you”.

Every move you made, word you spoke was calculated, engineered to target Holden’s outpouring insecurities. He scoffed, his attention turning from Amaro to you.

“This guy is your partner? Yeah, you can do better. He talked to me before with another woman, and I just hopped on my bicycle and rode away”.

“Yeah, you played it smart Holden”. With his gun still pointed at the frightened girls head, his attention finally turns to Nick for a moment, angry and hating.

“I did NOT say you could call me Holden”, He spat venomously.

This is when he notices it, the protectiveness over you, the way you stayed by Nick’s side even while speaking to him; It was like you spat on Holden. Nick could see him gradually getting angrier.

“Are you having sex with this guy”?

“Let’s talk about you”.

“You are, aren’t you? Of course you are. Girls like you always go for jerks like this”.

That’s when you saw your in, your tiny slither of a hole that revealed Holden’s kryptonite— A woman’s attention.

“Girl’s ignore you”? Amaro asked, “That’s gotta piss you off”.

“You know what pisses me off”?

“What’s that”?

“Is pretty boys like you. Y’know? Good looking all your life. Born…Gaupo. Spin the bottle at seven or eight a-and sexual relations at 14, 15”.

You were glad for your husbands help, keeping him talking. It gave you a moment to plan your next move, a move you knew would anger Amaro but a move that would save this girls life.

“Girls should’ve been going after you all along. You’re a good looking guy”.

“Shut up”! Holden glares, pulling the girl tighter, causing a small whimper to escape, “When was your first time”?

When neither you nor Nick answered, Holden laughed in disbelief.

“Yeah, no answer. Why? Because now you are doing it with her and you don’t want her to know that she is just another notch on your belt”.

Standing up slowly, you knew it was time, his resolve was breaking and he was showing vulnerability.

“Do you think he cares about you”?

You shake your head, “I know what he is”.

When Nick heard you talking, he was visibly struggling against his handcuffs because he knew— He knew what was coming next, outside the team was struggling to find a way in, to find a way to get you, the hostages, and Amaro out.

“Look at him. Helpless. Useless. You think he’s better than me”.

“I don’t. He’s not”.

Holden’s head popped up at this, hesitant to trust but apart of him was still just a boy that needed validation, “Yes you do”.

“I’m not a kid”, Amaro winced, finally just letting himself rest, still silent, still praying, “These young girls, they don’t get it…They don’t see, they don’t understand how special you are”.

“Are you tricking me”?

“No. Thoughtful guys. Polite. The kind that will hold the door open for you. Y-you don’t have to be macho”.

“These ‘girls’ think you do”.

Stepping a tad closer, careful, “Women don’t”. You offered, finally close enough to him, close enough to get into his mind, “There are things I wanna tell you. Adult things. Not in front of other people. P-private things, y’know. Just for you”?

The armor Holden so delicately thought he had crafted was demolishing before you and Nick’s very eyes.

“Okay”? You bit your lip nervous but not willing to show it, “I see the potential in you, Holden. I see how powerful you are”.

“Do you”?

You’d think Amaro’s heart stopped the way he yelled ‘no’ when the gun was finally on you, you gave him a small nod to tell him it’d be okay.

↳ When Nick was finally outside with the hostages, the amount of worry he displayed was insane. He knew you were skilled, but the thought of you being in there any longer than you had to had the man about ready to have a heart attack and of course he’s an angry boy so he does angry boy things.

“Now he’s got the gun on Y/ln”.

“Where are the students”? Chief Dodds asked.

“He moved them off camera. We’re trying to get another angle”.

“Fast, we need to take our shot”.

“Hold up, if you miss our people are still in there” Benson reasoned.

That’s when the door opened and Amaro yelled out, “COMING OUT”! the team was quick to get the girls to safety while Liv rushed to Nick.

“Nick! What happened? Why did he let you go”?

“He wanted to be alone with Y/n. Please tell me we’ve got a clear shot”.

“Unfortunately…Not yet”.

“So she’s stuck in there? My wife is stuck in there with a mentally ill maniac, a gun pointed at her head and we don’t have a shot”?

When Liv shook her head solemnly, Nick was quick to punch the nearest thing to him and unfortunately it was a fence, tore the skin on his hand immediately.

↳ When you finally do get out you best believe Nick didn’t let you out of his SIGHT. I’m talking 24 hour surveillance onnat ass.

The gun was still pointed at your head but you were making good headway.

“I’ll tell you the truth. Nick is the kind of boy that I used to like. Yeah…I fell for the quarterback. The guys with the big shoulders and the big smiles” You sighed, acting school really had paid off in the long run.

“They told me I was special but…They just wanted to use me. You know what, Holden, and I’ll tell you something— I-I went back to my high school for a reunion and every thing is different now. I mean- The star athletes? They’re just fat and sweaty now. They’re with big, ugly women that they don’t care about. It’s the intelligent guys, the smart guys. They have…They have everything”!

Holden was listening intently, and honestly his grip on the gun wasn’t even good, if you wanted to you could’ve just taken it but— It was risky. Too risky.

“I mean, they’re rich. They’ve got beautiful wives. They’re— They’re guys like you. They were intelligent, sensitive, considerate”.

“I try to be”. Holden’s voice wavered, almost cracking. A good sign.

It was all going so good.

“I know. I know that, I can- I can see that in you now. Now that…I’m a woman”.

It was all going so good. Until it wasn’t. Until there was blood splattered against your skin, fresh and warm.

“And I wish we weren’t here right now. Yeah, I wish we’d met someplace else. I just…I don’t want this to sound wrong, Holden, but…I think you’re superb. I really do”.

You didn’t understand, you were frozen, replaying the moment over in your mind and wondering what went so wrong.

“It is too late”.

“I read your manifesto”

“You did”?

“Mm. I couldn’t put it down. Holden, it’s— It’s brilliant and I just… I’m so sorry that somebody like you has had to go through all this. You don’t deserve this. You…deserve to be adored. To be caressed. To be…Um…To be kissed. Yeah”.

You were walking over to him, you remember, you had gotten his defenses down completely; You could’ve walked him out.

“Would you— Would you let me kiss you”?

Outside, Amaro couldn’t have been happier to see that gun lowered, he was proud of you, ready to see you walk out but it wasn’t that easy. It wasn’t his call.

“He’s lowering the gun, give them the green light”.

He, Fin, and Liv tried to reason with Chief Dodds but it was like talking to a brick wall.

“Sniper still doesn’t have a clear shot, Holden has to get closer to Y/n”.

“Why isn’t she getting him in range”?

“Just give her time”.

“She knows what she’s doing, she’ll get him to put the gun down”.

You could hear multiple voices near you but you were still stuck, rewinding time in your mind and trying to figure out where you’d failed.

“Now, while we’re here. While we’re alone. Just let me kiss you”.

“I have never kissed anyone”.

You remembered his voice clearly, it sounded as if he was on the verge of tears; He’d never been touched by a woman, let alone kissed, he was scared, mentally ill, and you…you had him.

“Just give me your hands. I won’t hurt you, I promise it’s going to be all right, Holden”.

You neared him, he was about to put the gun down and as you were about to kiss him it happened like a flash and all you felt was liquid dripping down your face. The last thing you’d said to him specifically replayed in your mind.

“It all begins with a kiss”. But no, you were wrong…It all ended with the promise of one.

The next few minutes seemed to happen like a slideshow presentation in your head, it all happened so fast and you couldn’t comprehend a thing as the team rushed into the building, as Amaro rushed to your side.

“Y/n! Hey! Are you alright? Yeah”?

“I had him. It was…It was done. Why didn’t you stop them”?

“It wasn’t our call, alright? Come on let’s get out of here”.

“Okay, Okay…Okay? I’m fine”.

You remembered Nick trying to touch you, to snap you out of it but you pushed him away, you didn’t want to be touched. You didn’t want to think. Everything else was a blur, from the hospital to the car ride home, you didn’t remember much else but you knew Nick didn’t leave your side the entire time and you weren’t sure you wanted him to.

↳ When it was all said and done, though? Nick was nothing but tender with you, your security and safety rested in his arms that night, and honestly his safety and security rested in yours— Rested in knowing he was holding you close now and nothing could hurt you. You can betchur ass he didn’t let you go either, if you had to pee or something? He would sit up and wait until you got back. Just so he knew you were safe.

After your shower, a long one at that. You put on one of your husbands hoodies and went over to the mirror. Looking in that mirror you saw a mix of exhaustion and tension in your own eyes. Your usually caramel skin had taken on a pale tint, your eyes had dark circles under them, your curls damp with shrinkage after washing the blood from your hair and skin. You couldn’t pull yourself to look away, not even when the first sob escaped.

Nick was quick, he’d been listening out for you after taking his shower in the guest room and when that first sob was let out the door was pushed open and you pulled into his arms, rocked and shushed before being carried back to bed.

“Nick”?

“Yes, Amor”? He asked, kissing your forehead. You were now lying in bed, your head on his bare chest listening to the sound of his heartbeat, since it’d always seemed to calm you.

“I did the best I could. Right”?

Suddenly you were pulled even closer (If that was even possible), and Nick made you look at him, his features reflecting your own; Exhausted and Tense.

“You did perfectly, Querida. It wasn’t your call, it wasn’t Fin or I’s call. Not even Liv could stop Dodds, but you? Babygirl, I couldn’t have been prouder. So, yeah…Yeah. You did the best you could and I don’t want you thinking otherwise. Me Entiendes”?

You smiled weakly at your husband, and kissed his cheek, holding out your pinkie for him. He chuckles yet obliges and entwines them.

“Entiendo, Amor”.

And with that, he kisses your pinkies. To seal it, of course.

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Jennifer Jareau x Black Fem!Reader

Genre; Angst/Fluff

Warnings; none.

Synopsis; are you gonna keep running to her and leaving me a shell of my former self?

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Jealousy is a cruel thing. It can eat you from within. You were glad your girlfriend had a good relationship with her team but sometimes it felt like they meant more to her than you did; Especially with Emily Prentiss.

—A mug in hand, eyes distant and unfocused your mind kept wandering back to that stupid post, and soon the feeling would grow unbearable. Dumping out the cold chamomile tea you’d been nursing and cleaning out the mug, you wondered if JJ and Emily were close; not breaking eye contact as they chatted about a life you were fortunate enough to know nothing about, although sometimes you wished you did. Maybe then you would feel as though you were apart of every aspect in your girlfriends life.

You couldn’t help but wonder…

A notification dings from your phone and surprisingly it’s a text from Jennifer, you heart races with excitement hoping it’d be a message to say she’d be home soon; they’d closed the case. It was. What followed after, however made you want to throw up.

my JJ ❤︎; hey, hun! we closed the case and i’ll be back home tonight. emily and i are getting drinks before i head back. love you!

You scoffed, your heart clenching. “Love you too” you thought, but you couldn’t help but remember to add the I beforehand. Something she seemed to drop in her little message.

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It grew later and later and still there was no sign of your girlfriend, you were concerned and that creeping feeling rose up, the bile from the dinner you played over threatening to come up. That little green monster peeked in and before long you felt tears running down your cheek; fearing the worst. Then your phone dings and you hoped it was Jennifer, you knew it wouldn’t be but you hoped it was.

laylabear ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ; girl get dressed, you’re coming over for girls night! me and yo sister bout to pick you up. mwah <33

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I don’t know why I agreed to this, the night was still going and drinks were going round the table but my mind sat approximately 15 minutes away at home with Y/n. I missed her, her touch set my skin aflame and yet I ditched her for cheap beers in a seedy biker bar with Emily, Tara, and Garcia. Rossi, Morgan, and Reid were playing pool; Kate ditched us for Megan and her husband and Hotch had ditched us for Jack and Beth, something I wish had done instead of feeling guilty when I hadn’t seen Y/n in awhile. Two weeks to be exact- Other than a rushed goodbye kiss before the case we’d just closed swept me away.

My phone dings and I was hoping it was Y/n so I had an excuse to ditch the drunken women laughing loudly at the crappy scratched and way too small table we sat at. Instead it was an instagram notification, for Y/n.

Two new posts of hers pop up on my screen. I wasn’t sure how to feel.

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The first post I didn’t think a thing of, Marjai was her twin sister and I knew she meant the world to Y/n; Then there was the second post. I knew who Bella was- One of Y/n’s longest and closest friend, my stomach tightened looking at the photo, Bella’s hand on Y/n’s ass. I sighed, locking my phone. Wracking my brain with overthinking…That’s when I remembered.

Why was Y/n sad enough that she needed to go out to cheer up? Retracing the steps of that day, nothing stood out; Wait…I turned my phone back on going to Garcia’s post of Emily and I from earlier- My heart sank when I realized Y/n had liked the post.

Y/n wasn’t a jealous person, but that post was something else. I hadn’t exactly told them Y/n and I were dating, valuing the separation of the intensity of my job and the calmness of my life with Y/n.

Guilt was eating me alive. I was wrong to let the team think I was available for so long, to let the idea of Emily and I dating fester. Everyone seemed to think she and I were in love, but that was far from true; I needed to fix this.

“Hey, let’s dance” I look up to see Emily, and I wish I could muster a smile but I couldn’t. Not when I thought there was some truth to the rumors of our love- I was sure she loved me, and even as a profiler and former press liaison, I was stumped on how to address this. Had I been leading her on?

“Um, actually. I thought it was time to head home. I know I’m your ride, sooo”?

I don’t know why I agreed to be the designated driver for her when a perfectly sober Reid and Morgan were still there to take the others home.

Hopefully, It wouldn’t be so awkward now that I know what I know.

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Marjai and Bella’s attempts to cheer me up had worked for a bit, until I saw the second post. I wanted to go home, sob into my pillow, yell at Jennifer. I didn’t want to jump to conclusions, but the evidence seemed too clear. Seeing Marjai and Bella dancing, I smiled. The only genuine smile I could muster was the one of happiness I held for the two.

My mind wanders, and being only three drinks in- It was time for me to leave. Sending a text to our groupchat, I depart. Ready for home and to cuddle Jennifer and I’s pets till I fall asleep, my tears dampening their fur.

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The lights dim, you could smell that familiar mango shampoo in the air; You weren’t ready to face tonight. To admit you did get jealous, and that you saw how much Emily meant to her— That it hurt like hell.

Chewing on your bottom lip, you slip off your heels, and that’s when you hear her footsteps coming to meet you in the living room; You gulp.

“Y/n”.

“JJ”.

It stung, you didn’t call her JJ, you called her Jennifer, Jage, Anything but JJ. You told her it felt too common to be special, you adored her name and giving her little nicknames you liked to come up with. JJ was for everyone, but Jennifer Jareau was for you. Or at least you thought so.

“So, Bella”?

You could feel the tips of your ears going red at the shamelessness of her question, the audacity to ask such a thing after that second fucking post. The first was innocent enough, but that second one had slowly ripped your heart out, “No. You don’t get to ask that, JJ. Not after tonight. Not after Emily”.

You tried to separate yourself from the situation, fearing your emotions if you didn’t, but it looked as though Jennifer wouldn’t let you, she followed behind you to your shared bedroom, still talking. Still accusing. And all you could think about was that fucking post.

“Emily? She’s just a colleague, and you know it. I don’t let her grab my ass though. Do I”?

You spun around to look at her, tears pricking at the edge of your eyes as your mind recalled the posts, the way she’d drop anything for Emily; Even when she hadn’t seen you for awhile.

“You don’t. You also don’t help make your sister jealous so she finally understands that she’s just as in love with your bestfriend as your bestfriend is in love with her. You don’t get tagged in a post of them afterwards and get thanked for it either. Do you”?

You held your phone up to JJ, a post displayed on the screen that made JJ feel like a jackass.

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She made a move to get closer, maybe apologize, until you showed her the next post.

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“You have a lot of nerve to accuse me of something like that when this is happening right in front of my eyes”.

She sounded broken, on the verge of tears, and I was filled with immense regrets about my friendship with Emily; For so long I thought we’d had a sisterly bond, and now she felt comfortable enough to think I was her girlfriend, when I had the world in front of me. I wasn’t intestered in losing that.

“I-I swear I didn’t know she posted that, I don’t like her. I promise, Y/n. I’m only for you”.

She nods, fighting back tears. Retreating to the couch, I followed her like a lost puppy, one guilty of eating their owners slippers; I basically was in the moment.

“Are you? Maybe you don’t love her or like her back, I believe you. But I can’t help but think she’s more important to you than I am, Jaje”.

I try to speak but she cuts me off with a shake of her head, “You were quick to ditch me for her after not seeing me in two weeks when she gets to see you more than I do. You were quick to postpone our date to go help her move into her new house when the rest of the team was there to help. Maybe, I’m not apart of this profiling FBI world, but I wish I’d be able to take a peek into it. For you to show me all of you. To make me as much of a priority as she is. Maybe, maybe you don’t see it, but Emily is in love with you and the longer you keep us a secret the more comfortable she gets flirting with you and thinking you’re hers. I’m tired, Jennifer. I’ll see you tomorrow, hopefully”.

She walks away to our dresser, struggling to unzip her dress. I knew she was right, going up behind her, I unzip her dress, kissing the freckles on her back before mumbling in a whisper, “I’ll make this up to you. I promise”.

When she goes to sleep, I sigh and open Emily and I’s messages.

we need to talk, asap. see you at work monday. this is serious.

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Jennifer really was the definition of actions speak louder than words, she took a few days off, turned her phone off and doted on you, realizing how much she’d missed and needed you.

You spent the day in before nightfall came, you took a shower and went downstairs in your robe; A wolf whistle sounds out.

“You’re too much, Agent Jareau”.

Sitting in her lap, it felt like old times and you couldn’t have been happier- You’d become horribly sad when Monday finally came.

“That’s Miss Jareau to you, and I’m just making up for lost time. I love you, okay? Now go get dressed, we’re going out”.

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The restaurant she took you to was magnificent, you fell into comfortable conversation, like old times, when you felt you weren’t her second choice; when you felt like the only choice. She was gentle, and so sweet- You could tell she wanted to fix this.

“Again, I’m sorry for my behavior. You’re my main priority. I shouldn’t have treated you as if you were anything less than”.

Your dimples were her favorite feature about you, and when you smiled she swore she could see the stars in your eyes, “You’re my everything, and uh. I think it’s time you meet my team. I’m sorry that it took so long for me to do this”.

Eyes widened, and shock painted on your features; You tear up. You’d wanted Jennifer to let you inside her world; Every aspect of it. Now it was finally happening, “God… You, Jennifer Jareau, are the love my life. I’m so lucky”.

Kissing your hand, she shakes her head as if to say, “I’m way luckier”.

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The Baby Question. Aaron Hotchner x Black Fem!Reader

Genre; Fluff.

Warnings; None.

Synopsis; #17 “Well- I guess I’d never really thought about but now that you say it aloud…Yeah. Yeah, I’d love to have kids with you”.

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You and Hotchner were long time friends way before you had got married, you were something of a David and Strauss situation but without the previous romantic relationship. You’d just reconnected and suddenly you were falling head over heels for each other. You dated for two years before you were married. Jack adored you, and you adored him right back. That’s how you got here.

You and Aaron were sat on the couch on a rare day off, watching Jack play in the backyard when Aaron peeped how bright your smile was. He knew you loved Jack as if he was your very own but he still wondered…Would you have your own?

I mean, Jack was an outgoing child. He loved meeting new people and you both knew he’d be a terrific big brother but you hadn’t quite had that conversation. The “baby” conversation. Aaron saw that bright glowing smile on your face and thought now was as time as any to bring it up.

“You’re smiling pretty big today”.

“I just adore him, he’s such a bright boy” You giggled, leaning on your husband and watching the boy you so fondly called your step-son.

“He is, isn’t he? I wonder…”

“Hm”?

“What if it’s time to give him a new sibling”?

Your ears perked up at this, and you sat up to look at him better. Truthfully, you had thought about having kids with Hotch but you were scared that since Haley’s death that wouldn’t be something him nor Jack would want, “Well- I guess I’d never really thought about but now that you say it aloud…Yeah. Yeah, I’d love to have kids with you”.

“Yeah”? Aaron was beaming with happiness, it was rare for everyone else to see him smile but he showed you and Jack that smile everyday and right now it couldn’t get any bigger, “Should we ask Jack”?

“Ask me what”? Jack was running in for a snack when he heard his name. You took a deep breath and patted a spot beside you, when he came to sit down you and Aaron both hugged him before pulling away.

“You guys are acting weird”.

You and Aaron chuckled before you finally asked the question, “How would you feel about a baby brother or sister”?

Jack thinks for a minute, “Can I teach them baseball when they get older”?

You and Hotch looked at each other in confusion before you slowly nodded, “Of course? If they want to learn, yes”.

“Then…I guess I’m cool with it. Can I go get a snack now”?

“Go go go” You snorted at the playful child’s behavior and watched him run off before turning back to your husband, “I guess I was worried for nothing”, You shrugged and laid back in his arms, grabbing the remote.

“Yeah…” He responded mindlessly before finally registering what you said, “Wait…You were scared”?

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That’s Not Her Name. John Munch x Black Fem!Reader

Genre; Fluff

Warnings; Sexual Harassment, Slut shaming, Semi Aggressive Munch, Drive-by Racism.

Synopsis; inspired by s13ep9 when the lawyer calls alex “sweetheart” and munch steps in his face and goes “ADA Cabot” but with y/n and someone disrespecting her while they’re on a date.

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—Contrary to popular belief, Seargent John Munch could indeed be aggressive; There were several instances where his slither of aggression would come out to play and many of them involved disrespect; Many of them also involved Mrs. Munch, who John didn’t take any disrespect towards. She was the one person you couldn’t fuck with when in his presence, though it was better not to disrespect her at all; It always got back to John. Always.

With a job like John’s, hours could be messy, and date nights few, and though you and John had been married for 10 years, you always vowed to keep your relationship new by setting aside a day just for the two of you- After a particularly stressing case, John had been looking forward to that day without a doubt, and no matter how many date nights you had? He would still think of you as the most beautiful woman in the world, storing it away into his brain as a fond memory, from the outfit you wore to the way you smiled.

John hated it when something took away your smile.

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The night was young, the two of you danced and giggled like teenagers; John saw the future in your eyes once more and decided it still looked quite heavenly as he kissed from your hand to your arm, humming the tune of the song you danced to near your ear, your curls sneaking their way into his shirt.

Before long the night took you to the bar whilst your husband disappeared to the bathroom; smoking a cigar with a martini in front of you slowly leaving with each sip you’d take. You were talking to the bartender, she was a close friend you and Munch had known from the beginning of your relationship till now; She recounted her current life situation while you just barely listen with a dazed nod and a “mhm” thrown in here or there- Suddenly there was a body next to yours and it wasn’t your John.

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You at first ignored the figure looming, continuing to talk with your friend whilst he willed your eyes his way, failing miserably; talking was the next step.

“Hey there, dollface. You look…stunning”. You could hear a raspy smokers voice next to you and when you looked over at them your suspicions were confirmed, “Rodney…Whaddya want”? you asked, fully prepared for the creep to fuck with you, he was known for it and he’d taken a particular liking to you after seeing you at a fashion show you’d modeled in Manhattan- Since then you could swear you’d seen him everywhere but you’d definitely neglected to tell John about him knowing with his profession he’d pursue the topic persistently.

“I want a dance pretty lady” Rodney slurs, smelling of pure liquor, you had to hold back the urge to vomit, your face upturned into a pretty scowl, “I’m a married woman, Roddy. Getcho liquor smelling ass away from me”.

Rodney mirrors your scowl, only grimmer. You wanted to say you weren’t intimidated by the prick in the slightest but his 6’3 towered over your 5’2 easily and paired with his overwhelming drunkenness; you wished John would hurry.

“Oh, you want me to be rougher, huh? Okay, bitch let’s playyyy ball”! His voice raises, and he catches your arm in a hideous grip, his face near you; the smell of whiskey directly in your face. You tried to pull away but even while ridiculously drunk, the man was disturbingly strong, “Where’s that husband of yours, whore? He ain’t here and he ain’t real, is he? So, why don’t you just part those pretty legs for me, already? Stop denying me when I know you want me, Latifah”.

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“That’s not her name, and maybe you remember me, Rodney. Sergeant John Munch…Take your hands off my wife, Rodney”.

The word wife must’ve rang through his brain a thousand times before it registered he was sexually harassing a sex crime sgt’s wife; He ripped his hand away like you’d caught fire- Stuttering apologies as Munch neared him, “I’m being nice when I tell you this, asshole. Come around the beautiful lady again and we’ll go dancing to a jail cell. I’ll even bring ya roses. How about that”?

You looked at your husband like your superhero, the sweet conspiracy theorist suddenly looked like someone better than Batman in your eyes, and that made you fall in love with him even more; Rodney looked like a clown, his face still shocked bumbling out apologies to try and save his ass as he stumbled off. You roll your eyes, snickering.

“Took you long enough, Munch” You tease, calling him Munch to make him think you were mad at him.

“My apologies, I’ll reject my bladders invite next time” Throwing his arm around you with a scoff, “That’s why you’ve been so paranoid, isn’t it”?

He knew. Of course he knew, you shouldn’t have expected anything less, he could read you like an open book, he favorite book at that- He could sit there for hours on end observing the smallest of things about you to tuck away in his suit pocket for later conveniences. You look away, and he takes your silence as an answer with a small ‘ah’, he fills in the blank.

“I don’t go that overboard, do I”? He asked jokingly, squeezing your shoulder gently walking out of the bar.

You look at your husband with a raise of your brow, and your next words prove to him he’d still picked the right woman to love and marry. Your voice flat and sarcastic.

“You could be a comedian, John”.

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A/N: i love Munch with my entire heart, he deserves more love and i just HAD to write for him.

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I Remember That Night I Just Might…Rewind Ep. 1 Derek Morgan x Blasian Fem!Reader

Genre; Angst/Barely Fluff.

Warning; Presumed Death, Attempted Sexual Assault Mentions (Non-Graphic), Talk of Murder, PTSD!Reader.

Synopsis; Inspired by s7e1 “it takes a village”. You and Morgan were supposed to marry, after you’re “murdered” by an unsub he definitely doesn’t expect or know how to take it when you show up at Quantico…Alive.

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The night Morgan asked you to marry him was really just any other night in, you’d confided to him long ago that you weren’t one for public proposals, preferring the private and sweet moments that you could cherish forever, it being your own little memory. Not the publics.

You were wearing an old t-shirt you’d gotten from a Beyoncé concert you’d went on on one of your first dates with the Agent. It was a little faded and had seen it’s fair share of unintentional bleaching. Your hair was in auburn lemonade braids, and you were fresh faced. He figured it was the perfect time, with you in his arms on the loveseat, watching rerun’s of ‘I Love Lucy’ and eating a bowl of strawberries and pineapples. The show was faint in the background, your laugh louder than the tv itself, and Derek took a moment to appreciate you before he slyly went into his sweatpants pocket and pulled out a small white ring box.

“Mama, can I have your attention for a second”? His voice was smooth like butter in your ear and you immediately looked up at him, a bright shining smile on your face that made him chuckle a little; It was always easy for him to gain your attention. He was your weakness.

“You remember when we went to Cancun, and we were having that picnic? We were playing some dumb childish game of would you rather and I asked you that question”?

You knew instantly where he was going with this and sat up straighter, your attention fully his, “You asked me if I’d rather have a public proposal or a small private one”.

“And you told me you didn’t want a big public proposal but something between only the two of us”.

“You pay attention well, Agent Morgan”.

He shook his head, smiling. The ring box now visible in his hand, “I told you…Your wish is my command, Sweetheart”.

Sliding from the couch, Derek kneels in front of you and sighs, “We met in college. You wanted to work in Interpol and I was ready for Quantico. When we lost contact, I never expected you to walk into Quantico and take a seat at that desk next to mines. I wasn’t expecting the vanilla perfume when you hugged me so tight that first day. And I definitely didn’t know I was going to fall head over heels for you then and there”.

“Derek…”

“I love you. More than anything, Babygirl. Will you give me the honor of being able to call you my wife”?

No one expected Derek to get married to anyone anytime soon, until you and Derek got together, that is. Derek was a very flawed lover, sometimes he could be strong headed, insecure, and closed off but you, you brought out a side of him that no one had ever seen. Derek hid his feelings behind a macho personality but he had a big heart, and he wore it on his sleeve when it came to you. When you came to work the next day sporting a simple yet elegant diamond on your left ring finger, no one was surprised but everyone was happy. They could tell how much you and Derek loved each other.

From that day on, it seemed like you and Derek had your futures together pretty much set in stone. The wedding was supposed to be the summer of that very next year until it happened.

You worked a very delicate case in Interpol and a man you pretended to be involved with had escaped from jail, and you were on a list of 3 people he planned to get revenge on. You being the main event.

Patrick Levy was a horrid retched man, abusive, and a child serial killer, and you pretended to love him for almost 7 months, getting him to teach you the secrets of his “trade” and being involved in some pretty shady shit, luckily he had you nowhere near participating in the murders of any of the children he killed. You were just at the head of his side business, a weapons and drug scheme he dealt when he wasn’t…Yeah. The day he messed up is when he brought a new potential victim home. A little kid no older than 7 or 8. He was about to make you prove yourself, the ultimate act of “love” when you and he were apprehended at home. You were supposed to have died en route and when he found out that wasn’t the case and you weren’t even who you said you were; He began to harbor a grudge.

You were trying to handle it alone but when your old team started dying and you suddenly disappeared, the team wasn’t working any cases until they found you. Unfortunately, when they did you’d been shot by Patrick and he was on the run.

Derek thought he buried the love of his life. He thought that night that you got shot that you died on the table. That he carried your body in that casket that next Saturday. So, why? Why were you standing in Quantico again. A year after your death?

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“I was put under protection, but he thought I’d died as well so I kept working the case. Two months ago, he’d found me again. I called Hotch when he broke into my house. He uh he tried to sexually assault me but I managed to get to the guest bedroom and hide. That’s also where I kept my backup revolver, when he burst through the door…I shot him in the head”.

The team listened to you recount your story, Morgan’s jaw was set as he listened, he wasn’t sure what he was feeling while looking at you. You looked liked you’d faced hell, you still looked like yourself but skinnier, paler, your eyes in particular looked bad. There was horror in them, your hands shook a little while speaking about Patrick and he could tell this was sending you into an attack. He didn’t stop himself before going over to you.

“Breathe. He can’t hurt you anymore”, He whispered, his hands on your shoulder. Hotchner and the rest gave you space while you calmed down, JJ ran to get you some water.

When it was all said and done and Derek was sure you’d be okay in the care of the team, he left. He couldn’t be in the room. Facing a woman he grieved for a year, one he loved…Still loves, unconditionally. One he was sure had passed on January 19th of 2021.

You bit your nails, your leg shaking anxiously watching him leave. You loved Derek so much, you wished you could’ve told him but Hotch and Rossi advised against it for your safety and his own.

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It had been a month since you’d been back and nothing changed. You tried to talk to Morgan, but he shut you out at every turn and you couldn’t quite blame him. It was a humongous secret to keep. One that left pain in its wake.

Anyway, you had been suffering from PTSD and anxiety since you’d been back. In therapy yet the nightmares and attacks seemed to be getting worse and you couldn’t sleep at night anymore, which resulted in the darkest circles Reid or the girls had ever seen under your eyes.

“Have you been sleeping, Y/n”? Prentiss asked worriedly when you sat down at your desk, a cup of coffee clutched in your grip like it’d run away if you didn’t hold on tight. That night had been harder than any after you woke up with what you thought was Patrick on top of you. Turned out to be your dog, who seemed quite startled when you screamed at the top of your lungs at his presence. When you calmed down, he settled down next to you and didn’t leave your side the entire night.

“I wish” You mumbled, rubbing your temple with your free hand and taking a sip of coffee. 3 sugars, 2 creams.

“Nightmares”? Garcia piped in.

“No. Hugo thought it’d be okay to lay his 119 pound great dane body on top of me, and sent me into an attack”.

Morgan could hear you all talking, and again he left but this time he was followed.

“She was targeted by a serial killer with a grudge. He shot her in the chest that night. He broke into her home when she thought she was under protection and he tried to sexually assault her, Derek”.

David Rossi. Or Papa Rossi as the team so fondly called him. Morgan knew he was right but he couldn’t help it. He thought he’d lost you.

“I just don’t get why she couldn’t at least tell me”.

“Hotch and I told her not to. She wanted to, believe me she did but…It was too dangerous. Tell me this. Do you still love her”? David asked, tilting his head a little. It was an easy question for Derek. Yes, he still loved you and when you walked through that door he wanted to do nothing but pick you up and spin you around, but he was hurt, and he had a right to be.

“I do”.

“Then I suggest you decide which is more important. Having her back, or the secret it took to get here. That secret? It saved her life for a year and a half”.

David pats his back before leaving, and Derek sighs. He knew he was right, but could Derek push away the months full of pain it took to get here right now?

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“Wheels up in 30”.

That infamous line was the reason you were in the break room making sure you had everything you needed in your go bag before the flight.

Morgan had thought David’s words through over the weekend and he made his decision, that’s why he stood behind you right now, “Need help”?

You flinched when you heard him, twirling around only to be met face to face er face to boob with his chest, “Fuck, you scared me. You’re talking to me”?

“That’s not fair, you know it”.

Suddenly his voice was dead serious and you knew he had a point, “Look, I wanted to tell you. I promise I did”.

But he shushed you, “I know you did. I know. Just c’mere, okay? I’ve needed this for a year and 5 months now” he chuckled, pulling you into his arms.

You about melted when you realized your dream was coming true, Morgan was forgiving you, letting you come back home. Maybe slowly, but surely.

“You think we’re gonna be okay, D”? You asked, your face buried in his chest, inhaling his familiar scent. It hadn’t changed.

“I don’t know, Mama. I don’t know, but I hope so. And I’m going to do in everything in my power to make us okay”. He mumbles into your curls and kisses your head; Tears fell the instant the last word left his mouth and you hugged him tight, afraid you’d have to leave him again.

“I love you, I’m sorry. I love you, Der”.

“I love you too. God, I love you too”.

↳ ❝Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it.❞⁣ -Mark Twain

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A/N; It’s the back to back updates for me. yes…I did put a hamilton reference as a title.

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Okay how do you think YN would react when Amaro got shot on the episode “surrendering Noah” on s16.E23 ?

White Noise (Surrendering Noah) Nick Amaro x Black Fem!Reader

Genre; Angst/Fluff.

Warnings; Blood mentions, Talks of Death, Gunshots (obvs), Sweet Bullshit.

Synopsis; ngl, i never rewatched this episode because i can’t stand to see how it affected olivia, noah, and amaro but this is cute so here we go. here’s how Y/n would react to the court shooting.

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↳ Have you ever heard of white noise? Described as a constant background noise. Mainly one that drowns out all other sounds. Now pair that with seeing a call that your fiancé was shot, and to be prepared for his arrival at your hospital, that he was in critical condition. Everything became white noise in that moment, all sounds melded together into one constant ringing in your ears. Deafening and ugly. Made worse when you had to see him rolled into the hospital.

“Nick! Nick, don’t”!

“Drop it”!

Olivia had called out for Nick to stop but he was already advancing on Johnny D, gun pointed and ready for action. Except, Johnny D was first to shoot, and Nick was quick to go down. When the ambulance came, Olivia made sure to stick beside him calling to alert you after he was taken to the hospital.

“H-he’s okay, right”? You asked, tears welling in your eyes. You gripped your stethoscope tight, your coworkers rushing to your side when they see the tears rolling down your cheeks.

“We don’t know… I’m on my way now, just…I didn’t want you being blindsided”.

“Yeah, yeah. Thank you”. Your lips quivered hanging up the phone. You were gutted. This was your worst fear, and the thought of having to relay the news to Zara or Gil that their father had died was making your chest hurt. You were never one to pray to God but in that moment that’s all you felt like doing. Praying for Nick’s life.

When he was finally rolled into the building, you felt nauseous seeing him lying unconscious on the stretcher. The head nurse sees your face and nods her head towards a seat, but you didn’t feel like sitting. You needed to help.

“Where are they taking him”? You asked, your hands shaking watching them walk away with your barely breathing fiancé.

“He was shot in the abdomen and knee. They’re taking him to emergency surgery”.

The final blow. Hearing the severity of the situation knocked the air from your lungs, so close to fainting when Olivia and Rollin’s ran in to see you, gathering you in a huge hug that had caused you to erupt into sobs instantly.

↳ You didn’t sleep, nor eat, until you knew he was safe. It was touch and go for a little while, but he pulled through and he’d be okay, but recovery would be one helluva ride.

The hardest part was not knowing if he’d be okay. You almost wanted to go in and do the surgery your damn self, but you knew you wouldn’t have a steady hand for it. He was too precious for you. Too important.

“Nurse Y/ln? Detective Rollins and Benson”? When your names were called you jumped up in unison, hoping for the best yet prepared for the worst. Your chest was burning, you could almost feel the impending agony, but when it didn’t come you almost leapt for fucking joy.

“He’s stable, the surgery was successful, and you can go see him now”.

Before it could be helped you were crying again.

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The first two weeks were horrible. Nick was self loathing, insecure, and at his lowest. He didn’t want see anyone for days, sometimes that included you. You tried your best to console him but Amaro was a prideful tough man, who hated showing vulnerability and it resulted in a fight that turned around and made your relationship stronger than ever.

“You always look like you need to talk about something, Papito” You sigh, leaning your head on his shoulder, in response he scooted away from you and sighed, shaking his head.

“I’m fine, Mi Reina. Stop worrying”.

It was things like that that reminded you of how hard it was to break through Nicholas’ walls and snag a place in his heart. It was frustrating that he’d revert back to not communicating once again.

“But I am worried. You’ve not been yourself, Mar”. You tried to reach for his hand but he moved it away - you bit your lip - This was the hard part about loving a man like Nick, beating down that ego.

“Oh yeah? No fucking shit”.

What you didn’t like was anybody cussing at you like they crazy just because they wanna be mad and shit. Your worry turned into anger fast and you scoffed, “Mm. Attitude”.

Nick chuckled bitterly, “So, I have an attitude? Maybe I just don’t wanna be treated like a fucking child, Y/n. How about that, huh”?

You hum, getting up from the couch to walk away before you said something your mother would’ve whooped your ass for. Amaro, however, didn’t like that and said something he knew would piss you off.

“What? You’re just gonna walk away”? He asked, and that’s when you disappointed your mother. Cause you was bout to get reaaaaal disrespectful. Full government name type thing.

“You crack me the fuck up, boy. You really do. I treat you like a child”? You spun around to face him with an eyebrow raised, “You’re getting your facts mixed up, Doll. I was only trying to help, that’s all I’ve been trying to do”.

“I don’t need a damned therapy session, Y/n. Go find something to do”. He waved you off which made you even angrier, face burning red.

“I’m sorry for caring for you? God, you’re a dick”.

“No one told you to care about me”, He mumbled.

That was your breaking point, his face shot over to you when he heard a small sniffle, “Well, I do. I fucking care about you and your well-being with your stupid dumb face and that stupid dumb smile. I-I know you’ve been hurt before but that doesn’t mean you have to have your guard up all the time. I just want the best for you, that’s all I ever wanted”.

“Y/n…”

“What, Nicholas”?

Nick winced, he could tell you were angry and your clenched fists told him you were on the verge of a panic attack, “Come sit next to me. Please, Gorgeous”? He mumbled, holding his hand out. Taking a deep breath, you grab his hand, falling down beside him, “Thank you for caring about my stubborn ass”.

You bit your lip, and smiled sadly. “I love you, ya big idiot. You know that right? I was just worried”.

Nick grunts, opening his arms so you could lay in them. When you took your rightful spot by his side, Nick was finally content, “I love you too. I know, and I’m sorry for being a huge dick”.

“Yeah, you were a huge dick”.

He chuckled, taking your pinkie in his, “We’ll find out how to deal with this, won’t we”?

“We will” You nodded.

“Promise”?

“The very pinkiest”.

↳ After he was shot, Amaro considered his options - Leaving SVU and moving, or staying. You made it clear you’d support him and move wherever his endeavors took him. Having opportunities of your own set in place.

“Liv and the rest are worried I’m leaving”.

“Should they be”? You asked, picking up your mug and watching your fiancé from your place on the counter.

“Ah, I don’t know”.

Sitting your mug down, you move over to your fiancé, sitting on the table in front of him now, “Do you want to leave”?

“I think I’m in too deep to get out” He sighed, and you shook your head, caressing his cheek.

“No such thing, if you want to leave and move. That’s what we’ll do. If you want to stay, we’ll stay. I’m going wherever you’re going, Nicholas”.

Amaro smiles, admiring your features for a bit before he grab your hand, placing repeated kisses on the back of it.

“I’m the luckiest man in the world”.

↳ Ultimately, he makes his decision, and you stuck beside him throughout it all. He called you his own Wonder Woman (Although you prefer Cat Woman).

You’re lying in bed, after a long day. A party thrown at your home that afternoon, a baby shower for you and Nick’s first kid together. Gil and Zara were staying over that night and after you’d put them asleep, you and Amaro collapsed in your bedroom.

“Liv and Pippa are gonna spoil this child silly”. You groaned, trying to get comfortable in bed but your 4 month pregnancy belly was determined to stop that, at least until Amaro finally just wrapped you up in his arms and held your belly up a little to give you some relief.

“Did you hear Fin though? He wants our child to be a mini version of him”.

“Another Fin? No thank youuu”.

A comfortable silence settled upon the two of you when you started thinking. 4 months ago Nicholas wasn’t sure he was staying at SVU. 4 months ago you and Nick were traveling back n forth from New York to California trying to weigh the pros and cons of living in either state. Now, here you were, and you couldn’t be happier, but was he?

“How do you feel about your decision now”? You asked Amaro outta nowhere.

Groaning, he rests his chin on your head, his hand resting on your bump rubbing in slow circles, “About staying here? With SVU”?

“Mhm”.

“Today we had our baby shower with Gloria, our closest friends, and Zara and Gil around us. Today we saw just how loved our new baby boy or girl will be. I feel…Pretty good about my decisions. You”?

You exhale through your nose, melting into his arms, “Me too”.

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A/N; i refuse to torture myself and watch that episode again after this.

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Tethered Together. Aaron Hotchner x Black Fem!Reader

Genre; Angst.

Warnings; Past Life Themes, Mentions of Murder and Violence, and also HAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH.

Synopsis; A woman from Aaron’s past is back. Only, he’s sure he’s never met her a day in his life.

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Hotch was used to transfers coming in and out of the BAU, new Agents weren’t hard to come by so when he came into the office to see a woman, about 5’2 with light brown skin and a purely black 4C afro dressed in a grey pencil skirt and blazer over a white blouse, he wasn’t alarmed. Ready to greet her, he walks over to where she, JJ, Prentiss, and Reid stood conversing. When he finally saw her face he was…stuck? She seemed familiar in every way, like he’d somehow known her and the way she smirked when she saw him didn’t make it any less unsettling.

“Hi, I’m SSA Aaron Hotchner. I’m the current unit chief”. He kept his composure when greeting her, his face as stoic as ever. She seemed confident in herself, her lips glossed in a matte red lipstick accentuating her E/C eyes that were done up with a sharp winged liner and black smokey eye that made her eyes sit low. She was definitely something Hotchner had never seen before, and something was pulling him to her. Like a moth to a burning flame.

“Y/n. Y/n Y/ln. I’m the new transfer from sex crimes”. Her voice was smooth, sultry, with a twinge of a southern accent. She was so effortlessly a goddess, it almost made Hotch weak in the knees. He wasn’t aware for a moment that he had been standing there foolishly while she held her hand out expectantly for him to shake. He only noticed when Garcia walked in and clocked him looking like a damaged robot.

“Hotch. Sir. I’m no genius named Reid but I’m pretty sure the lady wants you to shake her hand”.

JJ and Prentiss giggled while Reid looked to Morgan who’d just came in and witnessed the oddity of Hotchner’s behavior.

“I’ve never seen Hotch flustered before. New girls got skills”. Hotch snapped out of it and cleared his throat, shaking your hand which he noted was perfectly manicured with red polish as well.

“I’m sorry, I’ve had a rough start. Welcome to the team”.

Your eyes on him gave him goosebumps, your lips curled into a half grin, “It’s quite alright, thank you Sir”.

When he finally walked away the team was baffled by his behavior, Rossi and Elle walked in confused why everyone was chattering away like some big thing had just happened. Y/n just watched, knowing her arrival might’ve shaken things up. For them and Hotch.

“Do you think he knows her”? Garcia asked JJ when Y/n was out of sight.

“He has to, right? That wasn’t like Hotch. He looked nervous”.

“Well, I mean… The new girl is kinda like Morgan, Jaje”.

Morgan looked up when his name was mentioned and raised a brow, about to respond when Reid cut in, “Unnaturally attractive”?

Garcia sends a grin his way, “You get me”.

“Excuse me”? Derek gave them both a head to toe stare down before scoffing, when the rest of the team started to chime in and agree, “You’ve gotta be kidding me…Whatever, let’s get to work”.

“Look at him, he’s literally straight off of a romance novel” Reid said to Garcia as they walked into the meeting room making Morgan smack him upside the head.

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While waiting for everyone else to board the jet, Aaron looked particularly out of it, made no better when David sat in front of him, which Aaron knew meant he could tell something was off and was now going to force it out or yank it out with his own profiling skills. Something he had really started to resent about his job was the ability to profile anyone, even in their daily lives.

“She’s really shaken you up, hasn’t she”? Rossi asked, connecting his hands and resting them on the table, “So, how do you know her”?

“I don’t. That’s the problem”.

“For someone you don’t know, she sure had you working up a sweat, Aaron”.

“It’s. She seems so familiar, David. It’s like we’ve met before but I’m struggling to remember where”. You had walked onto the plane by then and while looking for a seat, Rossi does the worst possible thing, in Hotch’s eyes. He gets up and pats his old friend on the shoulder, winking.

“Salut. Y/n, you can sit right here”.

You came to sit with Aaron, and although his features didn’t show it— Ya boy was nervous. He couldn’t quite pinpoint exactly where he’d known you from, but he knew for certain that you reminded him of a past lover, maybe? One things for certain, Hotch had never been intimidated by an unsub but goddamn was he intimidated by you. You just…looked like you knew something he didn’t. Like you had a secret to tell.

“I hope you don’t mind the intrusion” The same soft, sultry, southern belle voice graced his ears, leaving a shiver to slither down his spine. You gave him a small little smile, barely creeping up to your cheeks; The mysterious aura you gave both intrigued and deeply unsettled Aaron, to the point he almost felt breathless speaking to you. Like, suddenly…Everything disappears but you and him.

“You’re fine. We’re about to go over the cases again”. Hotchner cleared his throat for what seemed like the sixth time that day, trying to force himself to speak without stumbling. When had he ever stumbled? He thought back, and the only instance he could think of is when he first met Haley, and when he last saw her. Other than that, he couldn’t think of a moment where someone had him so speechless, and grasping for words.

When the rest of the team was finally on the jet, Hotch couldn’t be more ready to get to work.

“Let’s start. Garcia”?

You glanced at him, and smiled a bit before paying attention to Garcia.

“The first victim is Laura Heldings, 18, Freshmen at Maryland Institute College Of Art, she was a cinematography and film arts major, her roommate found her beaten and bloody inside their dorm after coming back from a party”.

“This is overkill, rage at it’s finest. Look at this against the next 3 murders”. You were the first one to speak up, ready to show your skill to your new team and make a good first impression, “Kelli Lauwdings was beat but not to the extent that Laura was and there’s a gunshot wound to the head but for the next victims Rosie Dewitt and Josene Poland weren’t beat at all, just shot point blank in the head”.

“First kill shows rage meaning it probably wasn’t premeditated, and this was the killing that set them off. Maybe it happened after our stressor? The second killing was a test run and the other two were after our unsub finally fleshed out their method of choice”, Prentiss furthers your theory and nods a bit in agreement with you.

There wasn’t a pattern in victims, one Black, Asian, Middle-Eastern, and Hispanic. All women, from the same art college. Wait, from the same art college? Before you could speak up, Garcia’s face comes back up on the screen and she does not look happy, a grimace on her face as she displays a picture; A woman, white, lying on the ground of what looked like a dorm room wearing a striped green tank top and undies, a gunshot wound to the head.

You’d bet all your money that she went to Maryland Institute College Of Art just as the other women, too.

“We need to hit the ground running. Y/n and I will go to the first crime scene, Reid to the ME, Morgan and Elle, I need you at the latest scene, Prentiss, Rossi, and JJ? Baltimore PD. Everyone got it”? Hotch gives everyone their instructions for when you land.

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I can still hear her voice fresh in my mind. Time is funny, life is funny. I can still see her smile, unaware but knowing that she knew more than me, and I wanted to know what. It was like all my focus went into finding out what she knew. How she knew.

Our cases get murky, and it was her first one. She never lacked confidence though, hell she was probably the smartest in the room, besides Spencer. That air of mystery always seemed to shroud her, when she spoke her eyes stuck to me, staring through my soul like she knew me through and through like a book, which when it came down to it? She did.

“Okay, so it all boils down to the first victim but what it is it”? JJ huffed, looking at the victims board with squinted, concentrated eyes.

“Laura Heldings, we know she’d graduated from Yorktown High School in Arlington, Virginia. You know what? Mavis”. You let out a little scoff and sit back like you knew you had done it.

“The bestfriend”? Elle asked, eyebrows creased.

“Think about it, when we talked to Mavis that day what’s one thing that stood out”?

Morgan stood up straighter as everyone clocked what you were putting down. JJ speaks, having the same eureka moment, “When she was telling us about her and Laura’s friendship, she told us that she was supposed to be going with her to Maryland but when she got accepted…”

“It said that she was on a waiting list”. Prentiss finished.

“We profiled that there was personal fuel filled rage during the first murder. What if this is our stressor? Laura asked Mavis to help her move, and the wound of not immediately being accepted set Mavis off. The other five murders can simply be boiled down to trying to eliminate more people so she moves up the list faster and Mavis gaining an addiction to the thrill”.

Reid’s makes his way over to the board.

Hotch listens intently before standing up to get on his bulletproof vest, “We need to know who’s above Mavis on that wait list. They’re the next target”.

Y/n got to the room of Alecia Smith before we did, and when we caught up Y/n was telling Mavis to put the gun down when two shots went off. Mavis went down, and so did she. Shot in the stomach.

She was stable for awhile, and our last conversation will live in my mind forever. She held on long enough to lessen my unease at not knowing just why she was so familiar.

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“You don’t know who I am. Do you, Aaron”?

We were sitting in her hospital room, I stayed back and sent the rest of the team home to freshen up and get sleep. Her eyes, though reflecting exhaustion were beautiful. I’d look into them and feel myself getting lost, they seemed to hold the answers of the universe.

“I wish I did. Are you finally going to tell me”? I raised a brow, to which she smiled that sly knowing grin. Eyes like a feline stalking prey when watching me. God, I was in a trance.

“Do you remember what we promised each other in our past lives? Je te chercherai pour toujours, mon cher. I’ll search for you forever, my dear”.

When she said it, I could feel memories flooding back. I could see each life past through like a film, and in each film the ending was the same. We promised to find each other again. When she saw that I remembered, her smiled seemed to get bigger. I fell in love all over again. She was happy, I could tell cause her eyes disappeared with her smile like they’d done in each life. Like they’d done when we danced paris, or when we kissed under the moonlight on a cruise in spain. She asked from me one thing.

“Now that I’ve found you. Can I kiss you, Aaron? It’s been so…long”.

Looking back, I should’ve known then that she wouldn’t make it. I think she knew as well, because a tear slipped from her eye which she quickly wiped away after asking me for a kiss. I guess I knew in my subconscious that this was the last chance I had in this life to kiss her again. I didn’t hesitate when I leaned in and kissed her. I could taste her tears as they fell while we kissed, and she whispered one last thing to me that night.

“Jusqu'à ce que nous nous revoyions, Aaron” she said before hugging me tightly.

She didn’t die then. It was the next day, something went wrong; They said it was an infection, turned sepsis, it spread so fast she didn’t get to feel any pain before she was gone.

Now that I think about it, I wonder if she knew all along that this would happen. If she knew how each of our lives would pan out.

In this one, I looked to the moon. The one I knew she loved to sit under. I looked to the stars, the ones that made her eyes glow each time she saw them.

I looked, and I hoped she saw me. Kissing her ring up to the universe, I feel a tear on my cheek when I start to say it.

“Till we meet again, Y/n”.

Until we meet again… Je te chercherai pour toujours, mon cher. I’ll search for you forever, my dear.

↳ ❝He touched my soul long before I knew what his hands felt like.❞⁣ -Nicki Rowe

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A/N; trolling my readers by making tear-jerking angst and then laughing about it in my warnings is my new aesthetic. i thought it up when i was high. so, blame high heaven for the bitchiness. <3

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The Way It Used To Be. (IRTNIJMR Final Ep.) Derek Morgan x Blasian Fem!Reader

Genre; Slight Angst/Fluff.

Warnings; PTSD!Reader.

Synopsis; Getting back into the swing of things isn’t easy.

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↳ ❝Forgiving does not erase the bitter past. A healed memory is not a deleted memory. Instead, forgiving what we cannot forget creates a new way to remember. We change the memory of our past into a hope for our future.❞⁣ -Lewis B. Smedes

As the nights grow colder, and life goes on and on - You and Derek begin a new rhythm in your relationship - It wasn’t easy work to get up to the point where he’d share a bed with you, started off gradually climbing the ladders of boundaries as Morgan settled in with the fact that you were back for good.

You weren’t used to the fact that you could just wrap yourself within Derek’s arms now, struggling to remember what it was like feeling them around you before you had to go into protection - A lot of your memories were tainted or foggy - You were still coming out of that state of shock, and tonight was the first night you’d be spending with Derek Morgan since your return.

“I haven’t been here in so long..” You looked around, and smiled fondly. It still looked the same, what you’d dubbed the Derek Morgan Bachelor pad.

“It’s still the same. Your spot on the couch hasn’t been touched since, y’know? Clooney would lay on the floor by it but he wouldn’t go near it with his body”.

You snorted bitterly, scanning the room nostalgically trying to compare the differences in when you first started going there - When it was your home too - Studying your face, Derek moves up behind on you holding something in his hand, “Derek? What’re you”?

“Babygirl…”?

You looked at the plastic pink wand of a flower with a smile of recognition, “Dahlia’s… You remembered”.

“Press the button” He advised, pulling you flush against his chest.

When you did, it lit up an array of colors just as you knew it would. Just as Morgan knew it would after you’d told him you’d loved those light up flowers from the carnival all those years ago. You teared up turning around to wrap your arms around his neck.

“I love you, Derek Morgan”.

It knocked the breath from his lungs, he wasn’t sure he was ready to hear you say that again but when he did…It was like music to his ears, and he wanted to respond but in the moment he was stuck, luckily for him you had other things in mind - your lips meet his - What was it the cliché movies said? It was like stars.

Eventually he did gain his voice, and when he did you could’ve sworn he’d shouted it with how much enthusiasm was behind his voice, “I love you too, Y/n Y/ln”.

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That night you and Morgan had fell into bed, a night of passion ensued and now you were wrapped in his strong protective arms falling asleep to the sound of his heartbeat.

There were reasons you hesitated on spending the night with Morgan, your PTSD at the head of the list. The attacks could be vicious sometimes, leaving you kicking and screaming reliving the night Patrick Levy accosted you at your home. Above that, you weren’t sure if this was smart to do - Getting involved with Morgan. Could you really risk hurting him again?

You were dreaming, you had to be. You couldn’t move and you could see Patrick in front of you, except he was dead, he had been dead for 3 months now, that couldn’t be right. Right?

Good. You regained your movement, and began to struggle against Patrick’s hold. You were kicking, fighting, and sobbing. You felt the adrenaline from that night kicking in, and knew how it was progress. You were ready to make your escape when you felt yourself being pinned and a soothing voice shushing you and telling you it was alright - When you finally came back down, escaping the flashbacks, you saw Derek on top of you, holding your arms to stop you from flailing, with his forehead against yours, “I got you, mama. I got you”.

He whispering into your ear, soothing like a lullaby, and you could feel your drifting away, when he realizes he moves behind you and pulls you tight against his chest, “I love you, Darlin” Derek whispers, falling asleep right along with you.

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Choices. You regretted a lot of choices you made, and this was one of them. You craved Derek Morgan, and staying away from him was a long bitter road you were starting to hate going down. After you’d had a PTSD attack on the night of the first weekend you were supposed to be spending with Derek Morgan…You’d kinda been avoiding him.

Truthfully, you didn’t want Derek seeing you like this, so raw and vulnerable, at your lowest point in life you figured - You saw it as this; A ticking time bomb waiting to explode. Derek had a promising future, you didn’t want to be his time bomb, but he wasn’t prepared to give up without a fight.

“Wheels up in 30”. Pentriss says, the new unit chief of the BAU, everyone respected and regarded her with a high standard, her return bringing back memories of the old BAU, you were reminiscing when you hear someone clear their throat.

You freeze up, slowly turning around to face him, “We need to talk”. he says seriously, and you can feel a flustered heat run through you, nodding.

“Yeah, we do, but not now Derek…After the case, okay? Please. Just after the case”. You sounded frantic, frazzled, and all around exasperated and flustered. Derek sighed.

“After the case”.

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The most painfully nerve-wracking, excruciating 72 hours ever. You and Derek couldn’t seem to stop running into each other (literally), and Prentiss loved to pair you both up for interviews and stuff so you were always together, and it made you anxious knowing that soon you’d have to be an adult and face him, and have a pretty serious conversation.

When it was finally time, you grabbed your bag and looked up at him, “So? Let’s get going”.

He looked you up and down, and nodded, “Yeah, let’s go”.

Getting into the car, you buckle up, and the air is thick with tension, you loved Derek…You just wanted to protect him.

“What were you thinking? Hm”?

His voice deep, smooth, and a little intimidating. You fiddled around with your fingers a bit before answering, “I was thinking, I can’t do this to him. I can’t burden him, and drag him into my mess. He doesn’t deserve it”.

Morgan looked over at you in shock, almost wanting to pull over but keeping his composure to get you both back to his house.

You regretted a lot of things from the past few weeks, a bitter consequence of fear of oneself. Walking into Derek’s crib, you realized all at once that you missed him - It hit you like a train, and it was hard for you not to cry right then.

“What was it you said? You didn’t wanna burden me? Drag me into it”?

Damn, so he was diving right into it then. You didn’t get a moment to breathe? A second to take it all in?

“Yes. I don’t deserve to just walk back into your life like this. After what I’ve put you through… What I’m going through right now? It shouldn’t be your problem”.

Derek nodded, listening to you talk before he let out a scoff, “When you first walked into the bau I knew you were different, that you weren’t okay. I could’ve stayed away, but have you ever considered the possibility that I didn’t want to? I thought you died, Y/n. Now that you’re back I had two choices, go after the woman I love or give her up. I wasn’t about to give you up again. Let me be there for you…”.

He walked over to you, forehead against yours. You could feel your shoulders dropping as you finally gave in to the vulnerability you swore you weren’t allowed to show; Morgan’s arms wrap you up tightly as you sob, and you finally remember what safety and security feels like.

“We’re a team, we’re always gonna be a team. Aight”? He holds out his hand, and you snort through your tears, doing your secret handshake with him.

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“I love you, mama” He whispers into your ear after you’re finally in bed, resting against his chest.

“I love you too, Derek Morgan. But I swear to God if you don’t let me sleep, I’m gonna snap you in half”.

“It’s cute you think you can snap me in half, babygirl…”

↳ ❝The emotion that can break your heart is sometimes the very one that heals it.❞⁣ -Nicholas Sparks

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A/N; they’re taking seasons 1-9 off netflix and i’m devastated.

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should i add more prompts to my draft list? also feel free to use it if you want! just credit me <3

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On Screen/Off Screen (Jacob Elordi x Black Fem!Reader)

Genre: Slight Slight Very Slight Angst/Fluff.

Warnings: Talks of Abuse, Smutty no smut, Insecure Jacob.

Synopsis: On screen, he’s Nate Jacobs. Abusive, aggressive, a douchebag. Off screen, he’s the love of your life.

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In the world of Euphoria, Jacob Elordi was known as Nate Jacobs, big time player, abusive, treats women with a disrespect no one would wish on their worst enemy— In real life? He was the complete opposite, sweet, a loving doting boyfriend, and he wouldn’t hurt a fly unless it did something to the people he truly loved. Unfortunately, those lines often get blurred and people only see what they wanna see— The abusive motherfucker on their tv screen. Y/N Y/LN? She knew differently. She’d met Jacob while working as an intern on set, mostly used to gathering things like coffee or helping the makeup artists. Soon our pretty boy “playboy” took an extreme liking to her. At first she was told to stay away, he was no good, she’d only get hurt; She never was privy to listening to orders and she was glad she hadn’t. Now they’d been dating for a year and a half and Jacob turned out to be everything that Nate Jacobs was not.

He spent quite a bit of his time doting on Y/N, she was his princess. He loved to pamper her, show her off, and he especially loved being her protection, her “bodyguard” as she liked to fondly call him. She meant everything to him, she didn’t judge him based off a character on a screen, she saw in him something most never gave him a chance to show them— That’s why she meant the absolute world to him, and vice versa.

Truth is, Jacob could be a little insecure. With the amount of hate he got for being good at his job and playing a character some would say “too well” was enormous, a weight on the shoulders of a man people forgot was a human being. But there Y/N was to hold him, ground him, let him show all the emotions Hollywood told him to mask, disguise. He could truly be Jacob Elordi with her— His home.

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This was a moment Jacob was dreading, he begged Y/N not to do the interview but she was hellbent on telling people about the real Jacob, the one she sees daily. He watched from backstage with bated breath. This was bound to be a shitshow, but he trusted her. So, he would watch.

“Here we are with Y/N Y/LN who originally started as an intern on HBO’s Euphoria and ended up as an assistant director and Jacob Elordi’s girlfriend of a year and a half! We wanted to sit down and have a chat with you. So, tell us— How is it working on the set of Euphoria? Is it as crude as we see on television”?

This was it, Jacob thought. You’ve got this, Baby. You’ve got this.

“Truly an amazing experience for someone like me who aspires to be a director someday, being on set was a good way for me to see all that goes into building a show or movie and I’d do it all over again really”. Y/n sits up straighter, her legs crossed, throwing a wink to Jacob. She’s got this.

“It’s actually not as graphic as you think. If we’re talking about the amount of genitalia, let’s just say prosthetics play a huge part in what you guys see on TV. It’s a lot less genitalia and nudity than you think, if I had to say, uh, the only nudity that’s actual body parts would be the breasts. Everything else is the work of the amazing prop team on set”.

Jacob was proud, on the edge of his seat watching her. He hadn’t known why he was so worried in the first place, he knew how calm and confident she was. She was almost made for the big screen but he was truly glad she wasn’t on it; Hollywood was a corrupted place to be, he wanted her as far away from it as possible, even if that meant her only being behind that big ole screen, directing the people in front of it.

“Good to know there’s not as much penis power as we’re shown on screen” The interviewer jokes, laughing a big fake laugh, even faker than the blonde in her hair, “Tell us then, how did you and Jacob officially meet and get to know each other”?

Jacob smiled, a question he’d been waiting on. He could tell this story a hundred times and never be bored of it. He remembered just how clumsy and dorky he was around Y/n— The rest of the cast never lets him live it down, Zendaya especially loved it since she was the one who finally got you two on a date.

“Oh, man. I love telling this story. Everyone thinks that man is a tough hard person but, uh, that’s not the case. You heard it here first— Jacob Elordi is a dork. The first time we officially met, I was helping do the casts makeup and I was about to do Jacob’s. So, I go over to him, he’s stammering trying to stand up and greet me, introduce himself…I have an armful of makeup, mind you. So, he holds out his hand and I can’t believe I’m saying this but I’m not gonna lie. I was nervous myself, so I do the smart thing and try to shake his hand with all this makeup in my arm, instead of my hand meeting his? His hand slaps the makeup from my arms and powder goes FLYING. We’re both stammering and trying to get all of this up and you know what he does? He asks if he can make this up to me by buying me a coffee later in the middle of literally trying to clean up this mess, he starts to flirt”.

The audience and interviewer breaks out into laughter, Jacob’s cheeks are bright red in the backroom and Y/n’s not even done telling the rest of the story yet, “We did go out for coffee, yes. But, Jacob and I were oblivious dummies for a long time, it actually took Zendaya finally having enough and forcing us to finally see that we loved each other. So, she sees me stupidly in love with the man and says I need to get over him and go out on a date, sets me up on a blind date and tells me I’ll meet my date on set— I get there, all dressed up, and who’s my date? None other than Jacob Elordi, himself. Apparently, Tom did the same thing to him. It was a couples effort, and it worked well. The night was magical and after that? He and I were inseparable, really”.

Her smile was so big and cheeks so red it made the crowd coo, Jacob was in the backroom falling in love with her all over again. She was everything to him, he saw within her, a strength he wished he himself had.

“That’s so adorable, you two are so adorable. Now, the big question is— Many people believe you should’ve stayed away from Jacob Elordi because of the character he plays on Euphoria, the character we all love to hate, Nate Jacobs. Were you told to stay away by cast or crew? Is Jacob anything like the bad boy Nate that he plays on TV”?

The question he had been dreading, Jacobs smile fell simultaneously not ready but waiting for the answer to both questions; Were you told to stay away from him? If so, why? He was an actor, he was doing his job and he was damn good at it. Maybe too good at it. Y/n looked to where she knew he would be watching and nodded, a way to let him know she had this.

“Well, this question has always seemed so…Odd. To me, anyway. Jacob is an actor, he’s doing his job and he’s doing it well. I mean, don’t all actors do that? I don’t see people going around asking if Zendaya is actually a drug addict or if Storm Reid is actually a 15-year-old girl or what about asking Alicia Silverstein if she was actually like her character from crush when she was younger? A psycho teenage girl obsessed with and stalking an adult male? No, Jacob is not at all like Nate Jacobs. He’s the sweetest most gentle individual I’ve ever come across, he cares for me like no lover ever has and I think it’s quite stupid to make him out to be a character he plays on television. As for me getting told to stay away from him? I was never really big on rules, anyways”.

Everyone was stunned, speechless. Before the crowd broke out into a loud thundering applause and cheers— Jacob watched in awe of how you handled yourself, before joining the applause himself from the room he was in, jumping up and cheering to anyone who could hear him.

“THATS MY GIRL. THATS MY FUCKING GIRL”!!

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You’d think after his girlfriend going on live television to dead the rumors that her boyfriend was abusive to her, people would leave you and Jacob alone, but the hate, if anything, got worse. Jacob was getting thousands of hate tweets and dms thrown his way, he was now being accused of forcing you to clear his name, people were analyzing your interview to find things that weren’t there; You looked sad, scared, “off”. No one could simply believe that you were in love with Jacob Elordi and that he wasn’t Nate Jacobs. At first, it was fine for Jacob. He was okay, but again— He was only human. Only human.

When the two of you got home from set one day, he seemed off, distant. Not the usual Jacob you knew, so you did what you had to. You let him be Jacob. Jacob threw on a pair of sweats, and naturally you stole one of his shirts to wear before climbing into bed behind him, massaging his shoulders slowly, “Talk to me, beloved. You’re free now. You can be Jacob”, you whispered into his ear before kissing the lobe.

Jacob sighs, leaning into your touch. At first he was silent, just basking in your love, your touch, your scent, the safety and security that you brought him. It was awhile before he finally spoke, voice rough with mental exhaustion, “I’d never lay a hand on you” he spoke, barely above a whisper, you’d rested your head on his shoulder, allowing him to vent. “I’d never be to you what Nate Jacobs is to Maddy Perez or Cassie Howard. That’s n-not me. I love you with everything in me and the very thought of letting you down or disappointing you sickens me…So, why is it so hard for them to believe I’m just an actor? Y-you know—” he gulps, sitting up and grabbing your hand, letting you know he wanted you in his lap. Needed you closer. You straddle him, moving his hair from his face so you could stare into those hazel brown eyes of his.

“The other day, I- I was getting a snack from craft services and I, um, almost bumped into one of the girls from makeup. She flinched when I tried to apologize to her, scurried away while muttering something like sorry, but she called me Nate instead of Jacob. Like I didn’t exist outside of the man I play on screen. For a second, I almost believed I was Nate Jacobs too”. He chuckled bitterly, biting his sore already overly bitten red lips. You sighed, grabbing his face in either hand and looking deeply into his eyes. He stared at you for a moment, entranced by your E/C eyes and calming down a bit, for he knew he was safe.

“But you’re not. You’re not Nate Jacobs. You’re as far from that asshole you play on TV as anyone can be, Jacob. You know— I’ve been through so many toxic relationships, I’ve been used, abused, thrown away and then- then you came along. Swept me off my feet and treated me like a Queen. It’s been a year and a half and every single day, I find another thing to love about you. You’re the most attentive, loving partner I’ve ever had and I wouldn’t change a damn thing about you, Jacob Elordi. Who gives a fuck what they think, huh? They know nothing about you. But I do”. You nod, kissing his lips before continuing, “I know you love my cooking, especially my cinnamon apple pie. I know your nose scrunches up when you find something gross or I say something stupid. I know you like to dance to that playlist I made you when you’re upset and I know…I fall in love with you more and more every single day”. you accentuated each word with a kiss, making Jacob chuckle, a deep chuckle from his chest.

You were right, it didn’t matter what anyone thought as long as you saw the good in him. Now, his main focus was going to be on you, doing his job well, and oh, did I mention…You? Because now that Jacob took a good look at you, in his lap, braless, and wearing nothing but one of his button downs, your honey brown afro in two puff balls that exposed your face more, especially those lips he loved so much— He was ready to focus on something other than the constant hate he received and from the look on your face, it looked as if you were ready to focus on something else as well.

Gently lying you down, he cages you between his arms, hovering over you with a newfound smile on his face, “You’re right, babydoll. Who cares what they think? But, uh, you know what I know”? he lifts your chin with his thumb and index finger seeing your cheeks go red at the name Babydoll, he leans in to kiss you deeply before he spoke again.

“What do you know, Jacob”? You asked breathlessly when he pulled away, looking up into his eyes, love, lust, and need now reflecting on both your faces.

“I know you stick out your tongue to concentrate or when you’re reading, I know your face goes bright red when I call you babydoll, I know you struggle not to hop around excitedly when you see cute animals and I also know…” He leans close to your ear, kissing the lobe as emphasis for his next words,

“You need me as badly as I need you right now”.

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A/N: This was so fun to write! My first non SVU fic. Officially opening requests for Jacob Elordi along with the other characters I write for (Check my masterlist for a list.)

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Sickly Overprotective. (Sonny Carisi x Black Fem!Reader)

Genre: Angst-ish???/Fluff.

Warnings: Tutuola!Reader, Dorky and Sometimes Mean!Carisi.

Synopsis: Sonny’s never liked you and the feeling was mutual, well I think. The squad saw it as an old married couple fighting but filled with love. You and Sonny disagree…until you get sick that is.

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a/n: won’t stop until i’ve written enemies to lovers for all of em.

There were three things in the world that Sonny Carisi absolutely despised; Inauthentic Italian food, women abusers, and apparently you. His partner. When you stepped into the SVU Sonny had seemingly already chosen how he felt about your arrival and he let it be known every chance he got— From snide remarks to criticism of your work to undermining your every choice. It was a two-way street since you also seemed to hate him, but really it was just in defense of yourself. You had to hate him since he hated you.

“Ya well I’m just trying to do whatever it takes to capture this perp”.

“And we will, if you actually give me the leeway to do what I need to”. You mumbled, crossing your arms over your chest. It had been like this for the past 3 hours, you arguing that you could go undercover and Carisi arguing that it was too risky.

It was getting heated when you finally got annoyed, rolling your eyes, “Okay then, let’s ask Cap”. you nod towards Olivia; Carisi raises a brow and contemplates for a moment before ultimately sighing in agreement. You explain to Liv your dilemma and watch as she takes a sip of coffee, “Okay…I think…Y/n should do it”.

Carisi’s eyes widen, you cheer clapping your hands together before turning to your partner and smiling, “I’ll see you in disguise on Monday then”?

He grunts, looking away.

“I’ll take that as a yes”.

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When Monday comes Carisi quickly realizes you aren’t there, no incessant squeaking in his ears; Something was wrong.

“Aye Fin, where’s Y/n”?

“Oh you didn’t hear? Y/n’s out sick”. Liv cuts in and quickly walks away to her office.

Sonny let the news sink in for a moment, you hadn’t missed a day or gotten sick since you joined the team, it was uneasy seeing your empty desk and something about it was upsetting him. It wasn’t long after he found out that he was outta there. His impulses taking him to an unexpected place; He didn’t like you so why was he so determined to get to you?

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You were stuck on your couch, nose stuffed, throat sore and raw, eyes swollen and puffy, and the most painful sneezes and coughs. You truly didn’t want to see anyone in a state like this so when your doorbell rang you almost didn’t answer until you heard a familiar voice; One you wouldn’t have expected in a million years.

“What’re you doin here”? Was what you wanted to say when face to face with your partner, the person who always seemed to hate you the most. Instead, you seemed frozen to your spot, shocked that instead of mocking you as you thought he would he reaches out to touch your forehead, pushing his way into your home.

“Ya burning up, go sit down. I’m gonna cook ya some chicken noodle soup, okay”?

You were still frozen to your spot, wondering why the man who was insistent on having absolutely nothing to do with you was maneuvering his way around your home to make you a feel better meal because you were sick. When you finally mustered up the words, you looked utterly ridiculous.

“Sonny? What are you doing here”? You asked, disoriented by everything that was happening, following the strange man to your kitchen while he pulled out your groceries and your pans to cook you breakfast. It was all so surreal. You could barely keep up.

“What’s it look like? Cooking your ungrateful ass breakfast”.

You were floored. Aghast for a moment before finally relenting walking over to the counter to help him when he turned to you with the nastiest glare you’d seen in awhile, “Whaddya think you’re doing”? he asked, emphasizing the word ‘you’re’. Not only was the lanky fuck confusing the hell outta you but now you couldn’t help in your own kitchen.

“I was gonna help yo-”

“Nada. Go take a shower while I cook”.

You watched him for a moment longer puffing your cheeks out.

“Go”!

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When you got out of the shower it was still hard to believe Sonny Carisi was in your kitchen cooking you get well soon soup. Pulling out a gown and your bonnet you get dressed quickly not trusting Carisi to be alone by himself.

“How was your show—”

The second he looked at you the air was knocked from his lungs, you stood there wearing a long red t-shirt gown paired with grey leg warmers, wringing out your curls; He was drawn in by your beauty, how ethereal you looked while sick, from your curls to your curves he was almost salivating.

“Mm? My shower was fine, is the food done”?

“Y-yeah”.

“Good then. I know you didn’t want me helping you cook but at least let me help set the table”? You tilted your head, pouting slightly.

It wasn’t clear. The emotion on Sonny’s face. You couldn’t read him like you could suspects, you were amazing at your job but Carisi was the brick wall that stopped your skills before they’d even had a chance to start, you drop your pout and huff, “Fine, but I’m cleaning the dishes” you mumbled, about to walk away when he inevitably caught your arm in his hold, not letting go.

“Set the table. That’s it. I’m washing the dishes since I cooked, any objections”? He tried to seem tough, cold but you could feel his resolve dropping by the second.

“Whatever you say, Detective. Actually? Let’s eat in the living room. We can watch a movie”.

Twirling on your heels, you shuffle to the living room; You’d been feeling better partially but it seemed now that your sickness wanted to make an appearance. The second you made it to the couch you felt dizzy, your throat scratchy, and a sneeze bubbling. By the time Carisi got your food and drink he saw you on the couch with a blanket wrapped tight, shivering.

“Risi? C-can you get my meds from the kitchen? I’m a little cold…”

“Yeah, course’. Don’t touch the soup yet, it’s way too hot and you’re trembling, doll”.

He noticed your fever had gotten worse and rushed to get your cold medicine, filling it in a medicine cup and handing it to you. He didn’t have to watch you take but you couldn’t help but see him hovering over you watching you with concern, making sure you downed everything.

“Uh, Son”?

He grunts, taking the medicine cup from your hands and sitting down beside you. It was hard to think this had been the same man who seemingly hated your guts with a fiery passion; Grabbing the chicken noodle from the table he gets some on a spoon and holds it carefully to you, “Blow”.

“Son”! You said again, trying to get his attention when he finally looked at you expectantly, waiting for you to blow, “I can feed myself”.

Son’s face reddened considerably, the tips of his ears hot. If you could take a picture and frame the moment you would, you absolutely adored that he was doting on you but you didn’t want to seem helpless— You’d been sick before without anyone taking care of you and you’d gotten better alone just fine, “Oh, uh, yeah”.

“Jeez, what’s with you”? You asked playfully, elbowing him gently, “Being so nice to me. It’s weird, you haven’t insulted me in so long”.

You were joking but Dominick couldn’t help but feel guilty, he wasn’t the nicest to you and that shocked him as well as the rest of the team considering he was SVU’s ‘polite gentleman’. He tried endlessly to deny that he had an idea why he was so mean to you or why he didn’t like you but Sonny knew why; Denial was just one helluva thing. Being next to you, he was confronted with those feelings again, the ones he chose to deny knowledge of, from your curls to your eyes to your nose to your lips— Those damned lips. Sonny remembered why he’d been so mean, what’d he’d been hiding. His undeniable attraction to you.

“I’m not usually like that, I swear”. He tried to defend himself but you shook your head.

“I know. I see how you act with the others, you are the precincts gentleman after all”.

Okay. Maybe that did come out bitter sounding. For a year you got to see him be a nice polite gentlemanly figure— To everyone but you. You got to see how he usually interacted with anyone while he regarded you as if you weren’t worthy enough to see that side of him, like you had warranted his behavior somehow. It was hurtful. Now was the only time you’d seen any softness from him directed your way and even then he seemed to try and act cold; Suddenly, your appetite had left and you were oh so very tired and weak and Sonny seemed to be guilt-ridden next to you.

“Don’t you have work? I should let you get back. Thank you, Ris. For coming to see me and cooking for me”.

Sonny gulped, he could tell you were hiding a grimace, the guilt was eating him alive. He was an asshole and he knew it, but he was hoping he could gain your forgiveness.

“Wait, Y/n, I—” Running a hand through his hair, Sonny sits back ready to beg if it came to it, “I-I’m sorry for being such a jackass but I wanna make it all up, I promise”.

You looked hesitant, fiddling with your hands in your lap— You never had trusted easily and after all Sonny’s done? Could you allow him in again? Chewing on your bottom lip you think about it for a moment, Sonny sat silently shitting bricks beside you. In the end, you turned to him and smiled a little.

“Fine, fine. But you owe me coffee and maybe even a muffin when I’m better”.

“Deal”.

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You had to admit, Sonny was trying. The man was trying to genuinely repair the initial friendship he destroyed because of pride and denial. However, the old Sonny would peek through, the undermining, the unnecessary criticism, the snarkiness. He was trying but you couldn’t help but snap after awhile. He’d been doing it all day, you didn’t understand why Sonny was so opposed to allowing you to do your damned job.

“You know what? Go ahead, Carisi. Do my damn job for me, why don’t you”? You sent a glare his way and Rollins and Fin groaned, you were bickering once again, over something as small as you being alone with a dangerous criminal. It wasn’t as if you hadn’t done interviews alone before but Dominick felt…protective. He didn’t want you in harms way and that tended to make him show it in the worse ways possible.

“There’s no way you’re going in there alone. End of discussion”.

That made you freeze in your tracks, Those three little words pissed you off more than anything Sonny had done that day, you turned to him with your eyes narrowed; Rollin’s made a “sss” sound and walked away, knowing this would end horribly— For Carisi that is. He was dead meat.

“Y’know? I thought you changed, Dominick. Clearly I was so fucking wrong. Get this through your thick skull, nigga. I am not a damsel in distress in need of saving and you need to realize that. Sooner rather than later”.

With that you walked off, leaving Carisi to realize how irrational he was actually being. This was something Sonny wasn’t ready to be confronted with. Protective? Maybe that he was, but he couldn’t stand the thought of you getting hurt. This was your job though, he had to start stepping back or he’d lose you. That was something he never wanted to happen.

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On the roof you stood watching the clouds, hidden behind was a dimly glowing sun, you squint slightly stuck in your thoughts about the man you called a partner, it’d be a wonder to you if you did repair the failed partnership with the male you wanted to call a friend. However, that nagging feeling nipped at your heels and you were confronted with the vulnerable question you’d been dodging since that day in your house when you were sick and sniffling…Did Sonny like you? Did you like Sonny?

“Hey”.

“Hi”.

The air was thick, you felt that familiar warmth lead from your cheeks to your ears when his body stood next to yours, when you could feel the heat emanating from his body. It was something only he could manage to do.

“Look, I’m sorry. For going off the way I did in there”.

Sonny was surprised, both eyebrows raised because he believed it to be the other way around; He was in need of apologizing. He was aware he could be hard to work with, especially when it came to your safety specifically. He loved his entire team through and through, they were family— But there was something about you. Something special. He was tired of holding it in.

“It’s pretty hilarious ya apologizing, Beautiful”.

The name stopped you in your tracks, shielding your eyes you stare up at him in confusion hoping there’d be a continuation and he wasn’t just being a dick again.

“I mean, goddamnit I’m messing it up again, aren’t I”? He asked, a playful smile on his face now.

“Messing what up”? There it was again, Dominick thought. The nose scrunch, an expression you often showed when annoyed, confused, or frustrated. It was something Carisi loved about you. He was glad to see the nose scrunch; It meant he couldn’t refuse you or hideaway from his feelings again. He couldn’t take another moment with the thoughts of you in another’s arms, and he knew you had ladies and gentlemen waiting for him to fuck this up.

“My chance at happiness with my dreamgirl”.

He had your full attention now, and the shit-eating grin on his face couldn’t crawl any bigger when he sees your reaction, “Dominick Sonny Carisi Jr don’t play with me right now. I’ll kick you in the dick so quick”.

You didn’t know where he gained the confidence and truthfully? Neither did he. When he pulled you so close to him, forcing you to look up, finger under your chin, he chuckles.

“Ya never wondered why I was so protective of you? Why I was so hellbent on keeping someone I hated safe…Or maybe, how about the fact I spent last week coming to your house repeatedly to cook for and take care of you while sick? Wanna ask Fin if he’s gotten chicken noodle soup homemade by me when he’s sick, Doll”?

You giggled at the thought of Carisi taking care of your dad while he was sick, chewing on your bottom lip, “There’s that smile I love so much”.

“Shut up, you sound so corny” You weakly pushed at his chest trying to bite back a smile.

“Yeah? I’ll yell it from the rooftops. I love you, Y/n Tutuola…and if I was a smarter man, I’d have done this sooner”.

He closes the gap between the two of you and for the first time, Dominick’s meet yours. His lips are slightly chapped against your soft glossed ones but it only makes it better, you feel those cliche “fireworks” erupt and for the first time that day? You didn’t totally wanna murder Carisi, and when he finally pulled away? You held him up to his word.

“Shout for me”?

Sonny rolled his eyes, but boy did he ever oblige.

“I LOVE Y/N TUTUOLA”!

It wasn’t at all shocking when your father called to tell him to shut up, and though he seemed angry on the phone walking back into the precinct was filled with ‘congratulations’, ‘finally’s’, and your dad shaking his head before giving Carisi a hug.

You’d never been more grateful than now to get the flu.

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A/N: don’t count me out yet y’all, i’m still kickin’. ironically written while i was sick and recovering from a sickle cell crisis. whippee.

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fatalitysficbakery · 2 years

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hey heaven! welcome to the wittimg world (love your name by the way!) so I have a request - angst #3 with usnavi, sonny and latina fem!character. where sonny crashes at usmavi's place and notice he isn't sleeping in his room anymore (which he thought is normal because when usnavi feels overwhelmed by his parents memories he sleeps on the couch) but this time it's different... usmavi usually has these insomnia phases where sonny can hear him going back and forth in the loving room. but truth is, usnavi is haunted by the memory of a girl from his past but he can't remember who she is and where it takes place even if it happens over and over....

Ghosts Of A Lover Unknown. (Usnavi De La Vega x Latina Fem!Reader)

Genre; Angst.

Warnings; very very sad usnavi, worried sonny, insomnia, hints of past life themes, if everything is in italics, it means it’s a flashback!, open ended (interpretation is up to you).

Synopsis; #3 “If our empty bedroom bothers you so much maybe try sleeping in it one day, Blank”.

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A/N: Thank you for welcoming me to tumblr writing world! I used to write on wattpad but I like tumblr a lot more, actually. This is such an amazing plot, btw. I love it so much, thank you for this request. I hope my interpretation of it is to your liking, lovely! Also, thank you for the compliment, my mama and cousin picked it out for me :D.

“Stop”!! You squealed, running away from the water Usnavi sprayed on you.

“Come back here, Mujer” Usnavi laughed, chasing you with a water balloon and hose in hand.

“Not today, Satan”! You kept running, when you finally stopped; Still. Frozen in front of Usnavi with a confused and curious expression, repeating one sentence.

“Usnavi, you okay”? You asked, over and over again much to Usnavi’s confusion, until finally you came and punched him in the shoulder, “Bro, are you okay”!?

That was the last thing you’d said before Usnavi snapped back into reality to see Sonny standing in front of him, eyebrows furrowed with worry. This was the 2nd time this week Sonny had found his cousin pacing while stuck in a trance— He hadn’t stayed in his room in days and Sonny was frankly a little tired of his pacing when he was trying to sleep.

“Huh? Yeah, yeah. I’m good, Son”. Usnavi gave a weak exhausted smile. For most of his life, Navi had been plagued with insomnia, it kept him up for nights on end but this? It was different. For the past few months he’d been having flashbacks, visions, of this woman. He didn’t know who she was but her face was vivid in his mind, someone of his past he gathered— His heart felt tight whenever he remembered, er, tried to remember her. It was like she was a missing puzzle piece that he had to find, but he couldn’t remember her name to even start a search.

“Yeah, that’s why you’ve been sleeping in the living room for the past month and pacing like an idiot for the past two days? Believable”. Sonny scoffed, running a frustrated hand through his hair, exhausted himself with his cousins antics.

Usnavi sighed, Son was right. But, he couldn’t sleep in there— The nightmares, flashbacks, and visions were even worse in his room, at least in the living room he wasn’t in a king bed that seemed to be missing a woman from his past inside it. “It’s just…too empty in there. I can’t sleep in my room right now. Go to bed, ight? You’re working the register tomorrow at the bodega”.

“If your empty room bothers you so much, maybe try sleeping in it one day, Usnavi”.

If only it was that easy, Usnavi thought. He shook his head and sat down on the couch groaning into his hands— He was frustrated, the more he couldn’t remember the woman in his flashbacks, the more he longed for her.

“Just- Go to bed. I’m good man”.

Sonny rolled his eyes and finally walked away back to his own room.

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“Papi, open your eyes” Your voice came out in a singsong way that sounded like honey to Usnavi’s ears. He opened one eye, his hands on your hips and a smile gracing his freckled features.

“It’s so early, Mi Vida. Come back to bed”. He groaned, rubbing soothing circles into your sides, something he’d done as a habit since the first day you’d gotten together.

“Nuh unh unh. I made you breakfast, Baby Boy. Eat with me”? You jut out your lower lip, booping your boyfriends nose; Usnavi sighed, he could never resist your pout, patting your thigh to let you know to let him up, he smiles in defeat making you squeak happily.

Usnavi woke up in a cold sweat, screaming into one of his pillows in pure frustration. The first time he’d slept in his room in weeks and the dreams had started back up, each one frustrating him more than the last. He had to find you.

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Sonny was getting worried about Usnavi more each day, when he’d found out they’d had a neighbor moving in Sonny thought it’d be good for Navi to socialize and meet new people; Maybe just maybe, it’d get him out of this funk he was in.

“Come onnnn. She’s cute. Her and her mom just moved in”.

Usnavi was skeptical. He didn’t want to meet anyone— Not if they weren’t her. But he didn’t even know who “her” was. Maybe Son was right, he hated that he was right but he finally agreed, preparing some cupcakes; Store bought, the man can’t bake for shit. He and Sonny set off to meet their new neighbors…He hoped he could seem the least bit interested in what was happening while there.

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When they arrived at the neighbors and rang the doorbell, Usnavi was anxious. Honestly, he’d rather be trying to find his dreamgirl but since it was unlikely; He’d appease his cousin and meet the neighbors instead. When the door opened, an older Cuban woman appeared, smiling politely at the two boys.

“Hello, I’m Terry. How can I help you boys”? She asked sweetly, reminding Usnavi a bit of Abuela with the comforting tone of voice in which she spoke.

“Uh, I’m Usnavi and this is my little cousin Sonny. We just wanted to welcome you to the neighborhood and bring you some cupcakes”, Usnavi spoke nervously, swallowing thickly. It wasn’t hot, but Usnavi could feel himself sweating a little.

“Aye. You boys are so handsome. Why don’t you come in? My daughter and I were just sitting down for tea. Wait a sec. Aye, Mija! Get yer ass down here to meet our neighbors”. She yelled out for someone, and sent a playful eye roll the boys way as a ‘see what I have to deal with’? They both gave a small awkward chuckle in response.

“She’s so shy, my daughter. Y/n! Hurry”!

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Usnavi didn’t know why the name had struck something within him but suddenly he was even more nervous, sweating harder than before.

“Please, ma. I’m right here. Sorry about that. Hi, I’m…Y-Y/n” the woman introduced herself before seeing Usnavi and freezing to her spot.

The air was knocked out of Usnavi’s lungs, he and the woman stared at each other in shock. It was her. The woman from his flashbacks. The woman who’d been plaguing his dreams and messing up his sleep schedules. As they stared at each other, it all came back to him; Not only their old romance, but their old lives— He’d remembered each and every one of them and from the look on her face? So did she. They’d promised to search for each other after each life ended, he couldn’t remember at first but now he did. She was there. She was real.

His Y/n.

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A/N: Ahhh. I hope this is to your liking, beloved!

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fatalitysficbakery · 2 years

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Siri Play Hot N Cold By Katy Perry. (Sam Winchester x Black Fem!Reader)

Genre; Angst if you squint/Fluff/Tiny Smut.

Warnings; Siren!Reader. Murderous kids, demons n shit, hungry!cas, man starved!sam, woman dehydrated!reader, basically woman sam!reader, over it!dean, needy sex, straight to the point, soft love making.

Synopsis; You and the Winchester brothers have been friends and partners for years, especially you and Sam— You’ve been their hand to hold and guide through the supernatural world since you’re apart of it. You and Sam have loved each other since forever, in secret of course. After a big blowout between the two of you, Dean is fed up and sends you both on a mission…Alone. Will years of pent up frustration and hidden love finally be revealed?

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When you met the Winchesters you certainly didn’t think you’d become a hunter. Mostly because you were the one they were hunting at the time— Under the control of your mother, you were forced to kill and make it look like a suicide. After they’d captured your mother, Castiel advised that it’d be wise to take you under their wing due to your smarts and skill, thus you’d become their partner in crime and bestfriend.

You and Sam were especially close, Too close according to Dean. He’d watched relationship after relationship for his brother end in tragedy but there was something else holding him back from giving his all in relationships, Dean could tell— And that? That was you. Dean was aware from the moment they saved you that the both of you had fallen in love, you were the woman counterpart of Sam, somedays Dean didn’t realize who was who with how alike you were. That’s why he knew neither of you would step up and confess— At least not with a little push.

“You’re an idiot”! You screamed at Sam after having healed his wounds, “A total fucking moron, I had everything under control and what did you do? Jump in like some damn prince charming. Newsflash, I can handle an illiterate shapeshifter on my own”.

“Yeah, I’m not the one who was flirting with a damned shapeshifter”. He mumbled, his eyes stuck to the floor. Dean had been watching from the sidelines for a bit, it was honestly like watching a married couple have a couples spat over Sam’s jealousy.

“I had him eating out of my palm. I could’ve gotten the information we needed”.

“She’s right, y’know” Dean backs you up, casually eating a burrito and enjoying the show happening before his eyes.

Sam scowls, his ego truly couldn’t admit that the reason he stepped in and got himself bitten because he was jealous seeing you be all buddy buddy with the enemy— Even if it was with an agenda in mind. The thought of you even touching the thing had Sam ready to hurl. He looked between you and Dean and laughed in disbelief.

“Of course you’re defending her. Of course”. He spat in an accusatory voice that made you stand up straighter, eyes narrowed in on him.

“What’s that supposed to mean”? You asked, hoping he hadn’t meant what you thought; Looking at Dean, you scoffed and looked back at Sam, “Is he really…”?

“You know exactly what I mean. It’s Dean, yeah? You’re fucking Dean”? He asked incredulously, making Dean choke on his burrito.

“I’m sorry, what”!? Dean looked at his brother as if he’d grown two heads, you hadn’t said a word, you stood there with your mouth open, disbelieving the words you just heard. He wasn’t seriously suggesting you were fucking his brother, was he? That was something unheard of. You loved Dean, dearly— But he was nothing more than a friend. Family.

“You’re unbelievable. Fuck you, and whatever jealousy you have going on inside you but if you think I fucked Dean you’re 100% wrong and 100% a goddamned asshole, he’s literally dating my bestfriend. Follow me out of this place and I will set your dick on fire. I have the power to and you know it”. You spat venomously before storming out of the room, leaving an awkward silence in your wake.

Dean whistled, and looked at his brother, “You, my man, are a dick and if you wanna keep yours, I suggest you don’t follow her”.

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For the next few days there was radio silence in the Winchester-Y/LN cadillac. Well, except the passive aggression displayed whenever Dean asked you two something that involved an answer about the other. Dean was getting tired of it— He wished you’d just admit that you loved each other and fuck all the tension away because he was not equipped to deal with this, and honestly? He had his own girlfriend to get to and this was keeping him away from her longer than he had hoped. He was running out of options when a case popped up in Nashville.

A plan popped into mind, and it was a break for him. Win/Win.

The next day, when Dean woke up he made a show of rushing to the bathroom and locking it. You were woken up by the sound of him hurling into the toilet, or so you thought.

“Dean? You good”? You knocked on the bathroom door, Sam waking up shortly thereafter hearing your voice.

“What’s going on”? He asked, groaning softly.

“I don’t know. Dean sounds like he’s sick”. You responded shortly, before knocking again.

“I-I’m good”! Dean called out, retching sounds coming soon after; It was good that Dean had went to acting classes, he could make his vomiting and sickness seem real without effort— He didn’t wanna worry you two but he needed to do this, it was far overdue that you both finally grew some balls and told each other how you felt.

“I’m not doing too hot. Y’all are gonna have to go to Nashville alone”! He yelled out, making your eyes widen, you were not ready to be alone with Sam. Not after your fight.

“A-are you sure? Maybe I can heal you”? You sounded desperate which made Sam a little upset. He got it, he did accuse you of having an affair with his brother and turn into a complete jackass but was it so bad you didn’t want to be alone with him? Not even for a second?

“No, no! Just go. I’ll be better when you’re back, nothing a little rest can’t fix”.

You gulped, sighing. Fine, but you were doing this for Dean. Looking to Sam, you nod curtly. “Well, I’ll get dressed and we can go. Dean, if you need anything…Call us”.

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The car ride started off silent, too silent, you and Sam were still awkward around each other and this didn’t go away now that you have to exclusively only work with one another— It actually seemed to make the awkwardness even worse.

“Nashville, Tennessee doesn’t seem to have a shortage of killer kids, I see” Sam finally speaks up, cutting through the silence the two of you so carefully set upon the cadillac.

“No kidding. It says here kids are turning into mass murderers? But they’re only killing adults. It started with one kid, Joseph King, 8-years-old. Murdered his entire family excluding his little sister, Anya and then moved to his neighbors where he killed the parents and left their newborn Joel alive. Anya went on to then run away to their neighboring block and at first she was fine and seemed to be doing well but the couple that found her took her to the hospital where she went bezerk, grabbed a knife and started stabbing staff and every adult in sight including the couple that saved her. And of course, the kids who were spared then went on to kill others after presenting with no sign of murderous intent at first look. It’s like the kids just…snapped and they don’t remember it after they do so. Detectives and the press are calling it mass hysteria”.

“That’s always the go to. Isn’t it? No explanation so just slap mass hysteria on it and call it a day”. Sam snort-laughed shaking his head.

“Soo. What’s your verdict”? You asked, looking up at your bestfriend for the first time in awhile. He looked over to you, licking his lips before he speaks.

“I don’t know, maybe… Could be the work of a witch”?

“A witch? Really, Sam”? You snorted, rolling your eyes.

“Fine, what do you think is happening”?

“It’s a demon. Most likely. We’ve seen a lot who do things like this. Could be the work of the black eyed demons. I’ve been seeing a lot more black eyed ‘children’ encounters lately”.

Sam was stunned for a moment, he wasn’t shocked that you’d come up with a theory so quickly but he was always floored with how well you knew the supernatural world, then again, you were apart of it; Being a siren and all.

“Yeah, you could be right. We need to hit the ground running before anymore ankle biters kill anyone”.

You giggled, shoving his shoulder lightly. It was all so normal in the moment, you both looked at each other with genuine smiles and that warm feeling returned to your tummy, your cheeks tinted red from the way he stared at you, only hidden by the melanin in your skin— You stared into each other’s eyes for a moment, and then it all came rushing back. You coughed, looking away from him but his eyes stayed on you. They always did.

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It was night when you arrived in Nashville, you and Sam were expectedly tired and ready to hit the hay but it was time to work before anything, another kid had gone on a spree right as you arrived and Castiel met you at the scene of the latest killing.

“She was right”. Castiel immediately told you when he joined you. It was black eyed demons. Or children, if you wanted to get technical, “This particular demon presents as a child. Her name in Ten. What she wants here? I don’t know”.

“We’re gonna have to kill a kid”? You questioned, frowning. It wasn’t that you had never killed a child demon, it was just that— You hated doing so. A lot of the times demons are under control of a higher being and have gone through years of trauma, and child demons were especially sensitive to deal with.

“A demon”. Castiel corrected you, taking a bite from his cookie and stepping over one of the bodies.

“No shit”. You mumbled, looking down at the bodies. There had to be at least 13 bodies in front of you, and more on the inside of the library. What a library was so packed for this late at night, you didn’t know.

“Hey. Look”. Sam nods his head to an ambulance.

“That must be the kid. Come on”.

“Detective Rhodes. This is Detective Leeds. Is that the suspect”? Sam flashed his fake badge to one of the emt’s who hummed, nodding.

“Yup. Says her name is Diane Speckled. No injuries but she doesn’t seem to remember killing a library full of people here for a convention by spiking the lemonade and going full on machete girl afterwards so we’re taking her in to be evaluated. Her mom and little sister are okay, they’ll be at the hospital”.

“Can we…talk to her”? You asked.

“Yeah. At the hospital”.

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“I don’t know how I got here. I want my mama”.

Diane Speckled, 10-years-old, she was just a kid being handcuffed to a hospital bed like a high risk felon. You felt for her— Demons could take over and change lives in just a day, and they always left a disaster in their wake. Hell, your own mother had you do her bidding, you were lucky the Winchesters had understood you didn’t want the life you led when they were hunting you.

“I know, Sweetheart. But Detective Rhodes and I need to ask you a few questions. You think you can do that for me”?

She nodded meekly, fiddling with her fingers. She was honestly just a kid, a kid who had been used by an entity, a kid whose life was turned upside down, one that was bound to be put in jail for years. All of these kids were. That’s why you and the Winchester’s did the job you did. To help people like little Diane.

“Okay, do you remember the very last thing between today and yesterday”? Sam asked, her eyes stayed cast down onto her hands, sniffling a little.

“Mama made breakfast for Jill and I and I went to school. I made a new friend at school and she wanted to come over. We played at my house! She didn’t even have to ask her mom for permission to come, it was so cool…Then we played this game- She whispered into my ear, a-a secret. After that…It all gets fuzzy”.

You and Sam glance at each other and then back at her, “Can you tell me your friends name? Your mom and Jill. They’re on their way now, Sweetie”.

“Her name? Oh, it was so cool. Her name was Ten! I’d never heard of somebody with a number as their name”!

Ten. That name was doing it’s rounds on Nashville. You and Sam were worried, especially if the Diane had a little sister who could possibly be her next target for whatever this was. Just when you were about to ask another question, Ms. Speckled and Jill came running in.

“Oh, Diane”! The mother cried, wrapping her arms around her daughter, the little sister, only about 5 or 6 stood by her mothers legs, holding onto her tightly before she turns attention to you and Sam, “Detectives, I swear my daughter is not a monster. S-she ran out of the house with rat poison in hand and I was searching everywhere for her. I, I don’t know what happened, it was unlike anything she’s ever done. I wish I’d found her quicker but you have to know…She’s not a monster”.

She’s not, you thought. Just controlled by one. “We don’t think so ma’am. In fact, quite the opposite. Diane seems like an intelligent little girl and, uh, you must be Jill”? Sam looks down at the little girl, searching for any signs that she might be being controlled by Ten as well when the mother cuts in to answer that question for him.

“Oh, yes. Jill and I have been searching for Diane all day. When I got the call that my daughter had…S-she’s not a monster. J-jill got sick and vomited, I think she was worried about Diane. She hasn’t been very talkative since Diane ran out”. The mother was erratic, rambling all the while Jill seemed too quiet beside her, but then she looked at you and for a second— You saw her smile.

“We’ll let you be alone while the doctors check Diane out”. Sam tells her and grabs your arm, the second you walk out, you let out a breath.

“So, the little girl—” You start, and Sam finishes.

“Yep, she’s the next one”.

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That next night, you and Sam staked out at the Speckled household, if you were right Jill was the end of this thing, there was going to be a blowout and it would be tonight. You thought it’d be the same night Diane was used to kill the adults at the library but it was quiet, still, and Jill went home without murderous intent in sight— Until, you saw her walking out of her house the next night and followed her to what looked like a college dorm. While you waited for a sign to go in, Sam was ready to finally confess and apologize. You hadn’t talked about anything other than the case and he missed that closeness deeply. It was time to man up.

“Hey, Y/n”?

“Hmm”?

“I’m sorry”. He starts, grimacing as the words leave his lips, that night replaying in his mind like a broken record, the way you stormed out the most notable memory of all. He could almost remember tears in your eyes when you walked out. That was something he never wanted to see at all let alone at the hands of his words.

“Yeah? I apologize too. For calling you an idiot and moron” You sat up, smiling at your bestfriend; He was nervous, his next words could change things forever— He wasn’t an expert at this romance thing, he’d had his fair share of heartbreak and tragedy and it made him hesitant to love again but…He loved you, and he was tired of being afraid to admit that. Besides, you were an amazing person and gorgeous woman, if he didn’t man up soon someone else would do it for him and be the man he was too scared to be. After seeing you flirt with that…thing. He was sure that was the last thing he wanted.

“I love you”, Sam blurts out getting straight to the point, there was no more holding back, your eyes widened and cheeks flushed but he continued, it was too late to stop now, “I’m in love with you. Truthfully, I always have been and seeing you that night with that thing made me jealous and I admit I acted like a total jacka-” He was rambling when you cut him off.

“I’m in love with you too, but Sam? Please shut up and look in front of you”.

He snapped out of it and looked at the building where not only Jill Speckled stood but a bunch of kids of varying ages and at the head was Ten. It was like a child army. You needed to stop them before they killed, “Shit, this is happening now. Call Castiel, we have to go”.

“Y-yeah, I got it. What the fuck is this”!?

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You, Sam, and Castiel went around the dormitory building trying to follow the little ones in without raising attention to yourselves— You hoped you’d be able to save all the kids without injuring them but black eyed demons were powerful and with the children under her spell, Ten had a baby army at the ready, and you hated fighting kids.

“Castiel, see if you can separate some of the kids from Ten. Sam, you too. I’m going for the hbic, herself”.

Sam looked at you in shock, scoffing, “What? I’m not letting you handle that thing alone”!

“Sam? Trust me. Besides if we’re fighting kids, I don’t want to be fighting the human ones”.

Sam wanted to protest but he knew how much you hated fighting children, and this way at least the child you did fight wasn’t human. You were about to split up when two kids suddenly stood in front of you, along with a third— The she-demon herself. Ten.

“Sam Winchester, Y/n Y/ln, and Castiel. I’m glad you could make it to our playdate”! She giggled, walking towards the three of you, “While my friends go and play with some of the students, we can play too! I’m tired of adults ruining our fun”.

“Cut the shit, what are you doing here”?

“Feeding. Adult blood, adult fear, adult dread…All way more powerful than the kiddie stuff I used to feed on”.

Castiel looked the child presenting demon over and sighed, “She’s a henchman”.

The girl claps, “One point for Cas! Now…Let’s play. Jill, Sam looks lonely. Keep him company. Brian, keep Cas company”.

The demon then looked at you, and smirked. “You wanted to play? I can do your hair and we can play dress up”!

You laughed airily, “I was always more of a mudpie gal, myself”.

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Who knew children were so strong and brutal? While you fought off Ten, Castiel and Sam struggled to get all the other children in line, suffering a few injuries along the way— In the end, you were able to stab the demon, which promptly made all the kids collapse, when they awoke it was just like all the other murders; They knew nothing of how they got there or what they did. Luckily, no one else died, only a few of the students were injured when you got to them. No casualties.

When you got back to your hotel, you were to tend to Sam’s wounds, “They got you pretty good, huh? Take off your shirt and sit on the sink, please”? You spoke politely, you hadn’t talked about what happened in the car earlier but the vibe felt pretty different, more comfortable but also less, as if you were waiting on the other to make the first move. Removing his shirt, Sam groans sitting on the sink, those little ankle biters turned out to be big knife stabbers, got him good in stomach and a nice cut through his eyebrow over his eye. You cleaned up the eye wound but since the stab wound was so deep? You wanted to use your healing powers. To which Sam and Dean always opposed since it took energy from you each time.

You bit your lip, preparing for your next words still dabbing his eye wound with a soaked cotton pad, “I’m…gonna heal your stab wound now”. You spoke quickly, clearing your throat and getting ready to move when Sam caught your wrist in his hand, glaring down at you.

“What!? No. You’ll lose energy”. He shook his head, looking directly into your E/C eyes, your breath caught in that moment, tension stuck in the air.

“The stab was pretty deep. I dont care, Sam. Don’t fight me on this, okay? I’m healing you”. You scoff, immediately getting to work, partially because you were worried about him but mostly? The tension was eating at you and you wanted an out from looking into those hypnotizing grey eyes of his. When it was healed you smiled shyly up at Sam, “There. Isn’t that better? Now I need a hot shower”.

When you attempted to walk away Sam no longer approved, tired of dodging the tension and temptation he was simply not up for the games anymore; He pulled you close, “Do you always have to be so fucking hard-headed”? He muttered his forehead against yours.

“You could’ve died, dumbass. I was doing what I needed to”. You retorted, resting one hand on his bare chest and the other on his cheek— The closeness excited you, ignited a fire within you and the only way to put it out was with Sam’s touch.

“Stubborn”.

“I learned from you, Sammie”.

With that, his lips were against yours for the very first time; Soarks erupted in the kiss, his lips moulded against yours perfectly and they didn’t leave for a long while. It only seemed to get needier, you both couldn’t seem to get enough; You whimpered into the kiss which only served to make the man crave you more.

“S-sam…Shower”.

“Fine. You’re mine afterwards”. He reluctantly pulled away.

“Or…you could join me”.

You didn’t have to tell Sam twice.

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In the shower, you and Sam clashed against the shower wall, wrapped up in each other, lips once again locked in a tangle of tongue, teeth, and fire. His hands couldn’t seem to roam your body enough, groping everywhere he could, he was like a man in heat and you weren’t any better with how your hands ran down his chest feeling the hardness of his abs underneath your fingers— God, did it feel good to finally have him this way, it was almost too much to bear.

“Sammie, if we don’t bathe…That just means it takes longer for me to give myself to you. Sex in water isn’t as sexy as it sounds” You mumble against his lips, pushing away from him gently; He groans and pushes off of you.

“Mm, I’ll behave…a little. But I get to soap you up”.

You considered the suggestion and smiled up at him, holding out a pinkie, “Only if I get to return the favor, Mister Winchester”.

Sam nearly lost control and took you right then and there when hearing you refer to him as mister, finally giving in he wraps his pinkie around yours, “Deal”.

Really, bathing each other was just an excuse to grope one another rather than bathe, you got to feel a taste of his hands between your thighs, and he got a snippet of you stroking his cock— Something he’d only dreamed of in his wildest fantasies. When you finally got out of the shower, neither of you could wait. He pushed you down on the bed almost immediately to which you were not opposed.

“You have no idea how badly I’ve wanted this, babydoll. I’ve dreamt about this. Fantasized, really”. He whispered in your ear, spreading your legs while sliding on a condom, “Fucking hated seeing you with anyone else”.

“You don’t have to anymore. Claim me. Claim what’s rightfully yours, Sir”.

He needed no encouragement, you were soaking wet so he slid in easily with a satisfied grunt— After years of stroking, curious about how you felt, fucking those who could never compare to or even hope to compete against you. Just as he’d imagined, no, better than he’d imagined…You were perfect. Your body, your moans, everything he imagined.

“You’re perfect. So damned perfect”. He slowly rolls his hips up into you, reveling in the way your body reacts to his, clenching around his cock while letting the softest, prettiest moans escape.

“Fuck, Sammie. Faster”. You begged but it seemed to only make him go slower to your total and utter frustration, it seemed Sam wanted you eating out of his palm now.

“Patience, Pretty girl. I wanna take my time with you, you’re mine now. I want to explore every fucking inch of you, you hear me? Wanna know what feels good, what d-doesn’t…Shit”. It was as if Sam was possessed, his cock hit the deepest parts of your walls, abusing your g-spot in a way that had you whining beneath him and leaving scratches down his back like a statement piece— A statement piece that said, ‘Sam Winchester belongs to Y/n Y/ln’.

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After that night you and Sam were finally going back to meet Dean, who had seemingly gotten better under the care of his girlfriend, your bestfriend YB/N. They didn’t know about your relationship yet, and you threatened Cas if he told them before you could. You wanted to walk in hand in hand and shock them. You just knew Dean thought you’d never gain the courage to actually tell each other.

“No, but wasn’t it you who had a demon child on your back”?

“Yeah, and? You got stabbed, not me”.

You walked in just as you’d planned, hand in hand. Dean and Yb/n looked unsurprised and unimpressed much to the shock of you and Sam, it was like they knew it was coming— Actually, did they know? You asked yourself, thinking back to the day Dean got ‘sick’ and suddenly those gags sounded a little faker. When you finally made your way to the table your suspicions were confirmed.

“Told you it would work. Aye, Sammie boy. Finally grew some balls”? Dean was the first to speak, smirking at the two of you.

“You planned this”? Sam asked, scoffing.

“It got you off your ass, didn’t it”? Yb/n retorted; You weren’t the only woman counterpart of one of the Winchester brothers.

You looked at your boyfriend and rolled your eyes, a smile creeping onto your face.

“Well? How much was the bet”? You asked, taking a seat, Sam following— The table breaking out into conversation about how much your relationship was worth. You couldn’t help but love how far you’d come— An amazing job, friends, and now and an amazing boyfriend. Maybe Dean was smart, after all.

Nah, that’s definitely not it.

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A/N: did i spend all night writing this just to insult dean in the end? yes. did i regret it? no. do i love dean dearly? hell yea, but it had to be done. Also, looking at some of the names can you tell i’ve been watching Chicago Med and last of us gameplay?

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POISONED MOTIVE.(Nick Amaro X Black Afab Reader)

Genre: Angst (main character injuries, guilt, and off screen character deaths.)??? Fluff/Smut.

Warnings; Dom!Nick, Sub!Reader, Rough rough rough, Oral (giving/receiving), intercourse, and then completely dorky fluff afterwards.

Synopsis: This episode unlocked my Amaro Kink, and I NEEDED to write about it. Whew. This episode is so sexy but spoilers ahead if you haven’t watched it!

❤︎ Heaven’s Baked Goods (Masterlist) ❤︎

A/N: I’ve caught the writing bug once more so welcome to my blog, here i will be mostly writing for black afab svu fans but will also do other poc’s since there’s not a lot of representation out there, unfortunately.

You’d been there for less than a month, a new detective partnered up with the devastatingly handsome Nick Amaro, the two of you had butted heads frequently but everyone but you and Nick had realized the sexual tension and burning desire for another in the air; even Rollins could see it and anybody with eyes could tell she had been wanting to hook up with him for years. Maybe, she had but none of that mattered.

It was any other day in the office, you’d busted a huge prostitution ring and at the head of it was Rollins who’d led the thing, you had rolled your eyes as you heard Mrs. Chang going off at Amanda and justifying pimping out young girls because they were starving in China before she’d helped them. What a joke, those poor girls had left a life of struggle to enter a new one with sexual assault, pimps, and johns. What a great way to save them, right?

“We got patrol lined up to take Mother Teresa here to central booking”? Rollins had drawled sarcastically, making you giggle a little when Captain Cragen had stopped her in her tracks, you, Fin, and Amaro standing by her whilst he talked.

“Well, actually no. 1PP wants a show and tell with Mrs. Chang. Dragon Ladies sell papers”. He nodded towards the four of you. A perp walk, you hadn’t done one of those since the first week you’d worked there, a perp walk being basically a PR thing, getting the criminals faces out there as they hauled their evil asses to jail, “So, make sure the cars are washed, doors unlocked”. he finished, looking directly at Rollins.

“Perp walk? I left my tie at home” Fin quipped, and you smiled a little, snickering when Amaro pops in with a “Mm. I keep an extra one in my locker”. Fin laughed, “I’m sure you do”.

Nick gave that beautiful dimpled smirk of his, one you’d grown fond of since you’d been there. Cragen cut them off and looked over at Rollins once more, “Well, I wouldn’t worry about it. Spotlight is gonna be on Rollins, she was lead on the case”. you patted her back while she humbly replied, “It was a group effort” but you could see she was proud of herself and so were you. Olivia you walked into your little group and sighed, “The girls are talking, They’ll give statements”.

“Better fix yuh lipstick”, Fin smiled, leaving Olivia confused as you all walked off to collect your perps. Outside was a media frenzy, reporters asking questions with no answers in return, Rollins leading Chang out and you and the others, the rest. It was almost funny how it could all go so wrong so fast, you’d had your perp in cuffs, lightly pushing his head down so he could fit in the patrol car when you heard a pop and a frenzy of loud screams, your heart lurched in your chest when you’d turned around to see Amanda bleeding by the patrol car with Fin running to her, everyone got down and you went to help Fin and Rollins while Amaro and Benson ran to the roof to try to catch the suspect who was long gone by now.

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At first it was suspected that Mrs. Chang’s people had set this up, and then Rollin’s checkered past was called into question but Rollin’s had insisted it wasn’t because of her.

“We need to see your phone, We have to follow this up” Fin questioned his partner, worried this was because of her gambling debts, Rollin’s finally spoke, “Okay, Alright…I heard from Earl Talley. It’s this idiot friend of my sisters, who’s mad I shot Jeff. It’s hot air, I can take care of it myself”.

“Says the girl lying in the hospital with the hole in her shoulder”. Olivia looked at Rollin’s unconvinced and protective; They’d all been like family before you came and now they treated you the same way. Like a little sister, well, all except Amaro. He treated you…Let’s just say, a little different.

“Amanda, We got this”. Fin told her, forehead creased and off you guys went to follow a lead that most definitely had gone nowhere. Earl was an idiot and a junkie, for sure but there was no way he could’ve shot Rollin’s, or as Finn had put it, “Couldn’t shoot himself in the foot if he had a shotgun taped to his ankle”.

“At the time you were shot, surveillance cams caught him at the bodega buying mountain dew and donuts”. Amaro told her, creeping closer to her, he was concerned and also tough, maybe he had a little attitude when he spoke to Rollins, maybe he was suspicious it was because of her past but it was all out of love and care for the Detective. Everyone was worried.

“Told you he wasn’t the guy”. Amanda said matter of factly, rolling her eyes. Each of you gave off a tough but loving vibe, she knew all of you just cared for her. “Fin and I are headed upstate to talk to your brokies”. he continued but she’d cut him off, “No, you- I don’t see what’s in it for them. I mean they shoot me, I stop paying”.

“They didn’t kill you. It could’ve been a warning”. Fin offered, and Rollin’s sat up a little better, “Now, Mrs. Chang? It’s a big step from prostitution to cop killing. You know, okay. So, maybe this isn’t about me”. she tried to argue but Amaro wasn’t having it, “Alright, one shot from 100 yards away. What then? Hmm? Stray bullet”? he argued, “I don’t know”! she countered in frustration.

Bensons cell had rang while Amaro was in then middle of chastising Rollins, “Right, you don’t know”. he smiled smugly, eyes shooting up when Benson looked at you all in concern, “What”? he asked and Benson sighed, “Another sniper shooting. Same M.O. .45 caliber, FMJ”. all five of you looked at each other in shock before the four of you left Rollin’s room to investigate the new scene.

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After finding out the shooting had happened to Fin’s Supervisors son from when he was undercover in narcotics, tensions ran high. The spotlight suddenly off Amanda’s checkered past to Odafin’s and the man couldn’t have felt guiltier knowing he’d been the reason his partner got shot…but why? Lieutenants son had died and now it was clear the whole narcotics team was being targeted, including Fin’s old partner Luis. Fin hadn’t seen the man in years after Luis had taken a bullet for him by a big time drug pin named Escobar, he was supposed to die that night from a bullet to the back of the head but Luis was brave, took that shot, left on disability, and in Fin’s eyes? It was all because of him. The whole thing was made worse when he had to find out Luis’s wife had died when they went to question him and his daughter Gloria who just so happened to have army and police training. Along with missing the last parole hearing for Escobar? Fin was feeling absolutely horrible.

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That’s when you, Amaro, and Fin decided to pay Escobar a little visit in jail and Odafin was angrier than ever. There the three of you stood in front of the man who should’ve killed Fin all those years ago and he was as smug as ever, green jumpsuit and all. Made you wanna punch him.

“Well, well, well. If it isn’t, Mr. Lucky. His partner…doesn’t tackle me, I would’ve blown off his head with my .38”. you were dumbfounded, Fin and Amaro too but before you could speak up, Amaro had done it for you, jaw clenched and looking even sexier than ever, walking right into Escobars face with his voice low, smokey, and distinctly Cuban. You had to remember what you were there for but your eyes never drifted from Amaro’s figure.

“You realllly think bragging to cops about shooting cops is a good idea”? Amaro glared and Escobar as smug as ever replied with a cool and calm, “What are you gonna do? Send me to prison”? and you could just tell that Escobar was pissing Amaro off to the deepest degree. Escobar turned his attention back to Fin and spoke up, “I heard your new partner got shot in the front of the precinct”. he smirked a little.

“What do you know about my partner”? Fin asked, eyebrows furrowed, you stood by ready to pounce if Escobar so much as tried either Fin or Amaro in front of you, the corrections officer standing by in case things got rowdy as well, “The blondie? What I saw on tv. She looked real pretty…bleeding in your arms”. Escobar was a cocky son of a bitch and Odafin had had enough, stepping right into his face and damn near yelling, the CO wanted to step in but you and Amaro were quick, moving him out of the way.

“IF I FIND OUT YOU SHOT HER, I’LL KILL YOU IN FRONT OF THE WHOLE YARD! YOU THINK THIS CO’S GONNA STOP ME”? Fin bellowed and Escobar seemed to laugh, for a moment at least, anyway. “I been here 15 years. Who do you think they work for”? and that’s when he did it, Amaro had you impossibly tightly in his clutch with the next words that came from his lips, deep, threatening, and in a way, erotic. Too erotic. You had almost squeezed your thighs shut.

“Oye, Amigo. We’re going through your visitors, your friends, your family. We’re gonna be up inside you so deep…You won’t be able to walk straight”. it rolled off his tongue so nonchalantly, his jaw set, body exuding power, even Escobar himself was at a loss for words. You and Fin stood back for a moment before Amaro straightened himself up and still with that same anger and aggression in his voice looked at the CO’s and deeply let out a powerful, “Door”. before walking off, you and Fin following behind. You were hoping so deeply that you’d covered up your arousal and attraction well but you were never a lucky person.

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After that night Fin and Amaro went to follow up on Escobar, turns out he turned out a nurse, got her pregnant. Benson wanted to go check up on that but the nurse lied and had apparently been handling business for Escobar and after a failed ‘Gun planting’ on one of Escobar’s ex-men, Pearlie. Who was insanely terrified of Escobar. You, Fin, and Amaro were back and ready to force Escobar to give up his shooter. If only it were that easy.

You kept an eye out, making sure no one interrupted while Fin and Amaro went in on the guy, andddd got a little more eye candy while you were at it. Nick Amaro’s aggression would never not be insanely sexy to you, “Who’s the shooter”? Fin asked, punching Escobar in the balls while Nick held him in a chokehold, “Nobody I know, man” Escobar insisted, grunting in pain when Fin punched him again and he doubled over asking again, “Who’s. The. Shooter”?

“Your partners crazy, man” Escobar told Amaro before he got hit again, “You’re gonna go down for this, man”! Escobar grunted out, now almost falling to the floor, Nick wasn’t phased in the slightest, letting out a smooth, “Yeah? You’re scaring me”. you were probably enjoying this a little too much but since Fin was like a father figure to you and you admired the man, knowing this prick almost killed him all those years ago? You wouldn’t shed a tear if he died right then and there.

“Pick his punk ass up”! Fin told Amaro and Amaro lifted him with a clenched, “Come on”.

“You love your son”? Fin asked Escobar, “You LOVE your SON”? he asked again when Escobar didn’t answer quickly enough, “You touch my boy. I swear to GOD, I’ll kill you”. Escobar finally said and Fin brought out a scooper, “I’m about to take this…” he started while Amaro held Escobar close, “And dig your eyeballs out of your head. You will never see your boy again”.

“Just do it”. Amaro tells Fin and forces his eyes open, while Escobar pleads for them not to, all three you turning at the sound of the buzzer and the cell opening, “Noah, we just need a few more minutes. Amaro said but Noah had some very valuable information, something that had you, Fin, AND Escobar shocked the minute it left his mouth.

“Yeah, well. I got some news”.

“WHAT”!? Fin asked, impatient to get back to his ‘gentle’ questioning.

“The nurse? One he knocked up? She just got shot.”

“Ana”? Escobar asked, a hint of fear in his voice.

“Yeah. She’s dead. One shot, straight through the head”. was all Noah had to say before Escobar fell to his knees in anguish, “No, man”. Amaro finally let him go, shocked into silence while the news settled in for the four of you, “NO, MAN! That’s all I got man…That’s all I got. All I got…Please, Lord”. Escobar sobbed, ruling him out immediately. There was no way he would get his girl killed especially not while she was with their son.

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After that the case got a little more complicated, the gun used was a Les Baer Prowler pistol, something Amaro and Fin had asked Luis about, learning it was last used in a Brighton Beach gang shooting in “97. Luis had seemed a little fidgety about the pistol telling them about Escobar warring with two gangs, and talking about the Unkranian under covers he worked with but still seeming as if he’d had something to hide, one gang was completely gone and the other was still on top in moscow doing good so when Amaro suggested Luis might know more by the way he’d clammed up about the gun from the hit; Fin went in for the kill.

That led up to Luis falsely confessing to shooting Rollins, The Lieutenants son, and Ana when Rollins knew it couldn’t have been Luis because of his disability. He wasn’t fast enough, nor strong enough to shoot from a roof and get off there before he could be caught; It all boiled down to one person, Gloria. His 25 year old daughter who had lost it all that day her father got shot, it was unbelievable to Fin but when they’d found out she was both let out of the Army and discharged from the Academy on a psych eval. It all made sense. Made even more sense when they’d found Gloria’s burned car with the corpse of a traffic enforcement agent by the name of Yolanda Brooks. A full on manhunt was initiated and Luis was forced to face his worst fear. His daughter actually being a killer.

Getting a hit on the hospital Gloria’s mother had passed away in, the team rushed out. Gloria was army and police trained and out for revenge.

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When they’d gotten there they heard her voice but it was too late, Gloria was on a mission. To make EVERYONE who hurt her family…pay.

“My name is Gloria Christina Montero”.

The computer spoke while everyone watched, Gloria was on screen telling her story, her motive and the time was ticking.

“I consider myself a good person, a loving daughter, and a responsible citizen. The actions I have taken are a last resort to address the unconscionable mistreatment that my family has suffered at the hands of the NYPD and other bureaucracies”.

“In October of 1998, my father, Detective Luis Rafa Montero, was shot multiple times during an undercover operation”

“Drug lord Benito Escobar was about to assassinate Detective Odafin Tutuola, when my father heroically threw himself on the weapon and saved his partner's life”.

“My father was given a disability retirement, but he never recovered. He fell into a depression and began drinking. In the spring of 2007, my mother was diagnosed with stage two breast cancer”.

“When I asked the army for time off to deal with my mother's declining health, they told me that due to my "inability to perform my duties" I would be offered a general discharge”.

“To help cover the cost of my mother's medical bills, my father took a security job. His former lieutenant, Toni Anne Howard, upon discovering this, informed on him to the department, who then terminated his disability benefits. As a result, we could not afford medical treatments that would have saved my mother's life. Eventually, we lost our home, as well. She passed away, in this room, in physical pain and emotional distress, in August of 2012”.

“A month later, I entered the police academy. I was, however, still depressed over my mother's death and my father's decline. The academy, rather than offer help, expelled me without due process. All of you who have destroyed my life will soon know what it is like to lose a loved one”.

“I have police and military training. I know your tactics. Do not try to stop me”.

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“Put the gun down, Gloria”. Fin told her when he entered the house.

“Good idea. Wait, Let me shoot them first”. She pointed the gun at the little boy and his mother.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa! Don't shoot them, okay? If you're gonna shoot anybody, shoot me”.

“Oh, I will”. He let out a breath of relief when the gun was finally on him instead.

“Go ahead. Get it over with, I’m the one that deserves it”.

“You feeling guilty? You sound like you want me to shoot you”.

Fin had nothing but guilt on his mind and when he finally had to face Gloria, he was nothing but gentle, he knew the pain she was in and if he had to finally take that bullet he would, It took half an hour but he finally talked her down, although she was scared. No longer ready to kill Fin but herself and the family she held hostage. ESU and NYPD rushed in when the gun had discharged and Fin told them not to shoot, walking her out before apologizing to Luis and walking away from this, guilt on the brain but unharmed.

“Come on, just put the gun down. Give it to me. I don’t wanna let them kill you. I’ll be your bodyguard”. The little boy had sobbed while Fin talked her down.

“N-no, they’ll take you out too. I’m not getting out of here alive…and neither are they”.

Gloria pointed the gun at the mother and son before Fin tackled her and the gun discharged, sobs broken in her throat. A daughter who only wanted justice for her father.

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After such a long and tough case, you just wanted to get home. Go to bed. Fin was let off for as long as he needed and you were a bit weary yourself, you couldn’t imagine the pain Gloria had gone through for it to come to this point. The team was gonna go out for drinks but you just wanted to shower, change, and get to your loving bed. However, someone else needed to talk to you. More than talk.

It seemed silly to keep a stash of pajamas in your locker but it worked for you when you just needed to put something casual on so when you got home you could simply pass out. Tonight was no different but someone had finally taken notice of your outfit. Well, closer attention and he had to admit, he liked what he saw.

(her outfit)

“So, I take it you’re not going out tonight for drinks”? Amaro’s voice rang out and you nearly jumped out of your skin, turning around to face him with a frantic look in your eyes. He smiled a tad and you calmed down slightly; The rest of the team had already left and you’d thought you were the only one there.

“Nah, This case was draining. Right now, all I need is my bed. Fuck, you scared me, Nicholas”. You held your chest for a moment but smiled a little, missing the way Nick’s eyes darkened slightly when you called him his actual name. He’d hated when others called him that, due to his failure of a father but coming from you…Sounded like fucking honey. He wondered what it would sound like choked up in a moan.

“I’m sorry, Querida. I didn’t mean to spook you, I was just- Uh…I’ll be honest. I wanna sleep too but uh, Im not sure I wanna be alone tonight”. He whispered, becoming a little nervous and bashful, your eyes shot up to his in surprise before breaking into a grin, “I could actually use some company tonight too, Nicky. Just need to be held to get over all of…well…This”. you gestured around, smiling tiredly. His eyes softened a little as his eyes raked over your figure, tense and tired and in need of a good damn nap.

“C’mon. You’re staying the night at mines, Encantadora”. Nick went over to your throwing an arm over your shoulders and pulling you closer to him, smiling to himself when he smells the jasmine shampoo you used for your 4C curls. God, you were an addiction for the man.

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When you got to his house, It was late and the two of you immediately fell into bed, cuddling one another into sleep. However, You’d gotten hot during the night and woke up briefly to change into Nick’s discarded shirt before crawling back into his arms and falling back into a deep, dreamless, and very much needed sleep.

The next morning when Nick woke up and saw you in his shirt, wrapped up in his arms like his very own Angel, he admired your features a little more before gently removing himself from under you to take a shower and get started on breakfast before you woke up.

You awoke to a stomach grumbling and the delicious smell of bacon and what you recognized as an omelette and coffee. Stretching, you get out of bed and decide to surprise Amaro but instead, he’d surprised you. There stuck on the very last step, you’d frozen on the spot. He was gorgeous. Simply perfect. There stood Nicholas Amaro, shirtless only wearing sweats and plating bacon, omelettes, fresh fruit, and two mug fulls of coffee. You were sure he knew how you took it too. Always had gotten it right since the beginning, he’d remembered even throughout the times you’d butt heads, always apologizing with the perfect coffee order and your favorite cookies, even when you were the one in the wrong.

“You gonna just stand there and stare, Darlin”? Nick’s deep voice, rang out and you rolled your eyes, moving to sit on the island. He turned around and got a surprise of his own, the way his eyes raked over your figure made you shudder. He moved his eyes back up to yours and smirked, “God, Y/N. You look…Gorgeous”. you were glad your mocha skin had covered up your blush, or so you thought. It was time for your own smirk to surface on your face.

“You flirting with me, Detective”? You asked, putting a strawberry in your mouth and a little flutter of your eyelashes, “So, you make me this good ass looking breakfast while shirtless in only sweats, looking at me like that and you have the audacity to hit on me while doing so? You’ve got some nerve, Nicholas”. You giggled, finishing your strawberry, not realizing the way his eyes darkened or the way he stalked towards you. His eyes linger to your thighs, your lips, and your eyes before making his move.

“I have the nerve? The audacity? Oh, babygirl…” He grinned, nearing you, his arms caging you in. His voice was husky, somehow going deeper, lower as he looked into your eyes, “You have the nerve, Mi Diosa. You don’t think I noticed those pretty little brown eyes staring at me? Dark and low? Those perfect pouty plump lips being chewed on everytime I said something? You…pretending to be focusing on the suspect while staring at me? Aye, muñeca. You underestimate just how much of my attention is on you 24/7”. he voice had dropped several octaves, raspy with desire and lust.

“W-what do you mean”? You asked, knowing exactly what he meant but it was still settling in that you had, had such an affect on him. He chuckled, he fucking chuckled, that deep, raspy chuckle.

“Oh? What, you got jokes, huh? C’mere, Mujer”. he practically growled, picking you up with with ease and taking you to his bedroom, this time you clashed to bed, lips smashing against each other’s with passion, all teeth, tongue, and fire. You moaned into his mouth and it took all Nicks power to restrain himself from fucking you right then and there; When you pulled away, you were both breathless and the next words from your lips almost made him cum then and there.

“My mouth, Nicholas. Fuck, Please fuck my mouth”.

He pulls down his sweats and smiles at you, love in that dark filled gaze, “C’mere, Pet. Come take my cock. Been wanting to fill that slutty fucking throat of yours”.

You didn’t need to be told twice, crawling over to him with nothing but his cock on your mind, when you looked up at him through your lashes, Nicholas was losing his cool, you were so damn sexy without even having to try to be, your kissed the head of his cock gently before wrapping your lips around the tip, the salty yet distinctness of his precum and you moaned in satisfaction the moment it touched your tongue, he groaned silently, looking down at you, wanting to memorize this moment for the rest of his life.

“Fuck, You’re so perfect”. He whispered, thrusting into your mouth, at first it was slow and sensual but when you started exploring his cock, swirling your tongue around him and just being the sexiest thing around, his speed increased dangerously, especially when he looked down and saw you rutting against the air, grinding to feel friction that wouldn’t come until he allowed it. How perfect. Finally in his clutches. You looked up into his eyes and he growled, you knew how addictive you were to him and that looking at him like that would bring feral urges to the surface and you didn’t care. You wanted it. Defiant bitch.

Drool and pre-cum shined on your lips and Nicholas was in Heaven, it was a particularly hard thrust that had made you gag slightly and that’s when he let go, hearing you gag on his cock. He came instantly. When you pulled away, releasing him with a pop and wiping your mouth, “Oye, papito, no sabes cuánto tiempo he querido eso”. that was enough for Amaro, he pinned you down and ground his hips against.

“See what you do to me, Mi Vida”? he whispered gruffly into your ears and you whimpered, feeling his hard-on against your bare thigh and hearing him call you his life was so erotic yet loving, you pulled him closer, whispering back, “Fuck me until I cry, Nicholas”, the thickness of your french accent when you said his name made him groan, he lined up with your entrance and pushed in roughly, not needing any lube because you were already so wet from sucking him off alone.

“God, baby. You know how long I’ve been waiting to feel you? I fell in love with you the moment you walked in that precinct, all bright eyed and perfect. Perfect, so flawless” He was in a daze, you moaned beneath him as rolled his hips expertly into you, eliciting the most delicious sounds he’d ever heard. No one compared to you, not Rollins, not Maria. It was like you were made for him. Made. For. HIM.

“Look at me, Dieu. Fuck me like you own me, Nicholas Amaro”. The way you’d rolled your R’s on Amaro made his pace pick up, fucking into you relentlessly, drinking in every moan that spilt from your lips. It wasn’t long before the pressure built up and you could feel your high approaching, clenching around him tightly which only made him grunt and stutter a bit from how good you felt on his cock, suddenly you were repeating his name, yelling as you told him you were about to cum.

“Cum, Mi Vida. Cum on my fucking cock” he growled, drilling into you faster, the coil in your stomach untightened and suddenly a mantra of his name fell onto your tongue, your orgasm hitting you like a frieght train. The moment Amaro saw the pleasure on your face and the repeated screams of his name, it sent him into overdrive, and although he wanted nothing more to cum inside you, he pulled out just before he did, cumming all over your cunt and stomach.

When you calmed down, you smiled at him, a glint in your eyes, “Shower”?

He smirked at your insatiableness and nodded, biting down on his lower lip, “Get your pretty ass in that shower, Querida”.

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After a well needed break from work, the two of you walking into the precinct hand in hand brought about whoops and hollers and the team going, “FINALLY” one after another. Amaro couldn’t care less about the teasing, he’d finally got the woman of his dreams and he was happy. Zara and Gil adored you and he was simply on cloud nine. The second he got a moment alone with you, he smiled from ear to ear.

“Aht, Aht. Detective, we’re on the job. You’ll get some later” You chastised him, even though you knew if he wanted something you’d give in easily. He just kept that dorky ear to ear smile on before you realized he was holding something over your head…A mistletoe?

“Nicholas, It’s not even December yet. What are you doing”? you asked, giggling softly, he pulled you closer by the waist and held you tightly against him.

“Just indulge me, okay? I’m a fucking kid in a candy store. Give me my damn kiss, Mujero”.

And you? Well you happily obliged, pressing your lips to his sweetly, the same butterflies from your first night with him in your stomach then and there, alive and well.

“I love you, Ma Reine De Beauté” he whispered against your lips.

“I love you more, Nicholas Amaro”. you smiled, letting him kiss your forehead before you headed back into the precinct with matching ear to ear smiles on your faces.

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A/N: EEEEEEEK SO EXCITED TO SHARE MY FIRST EVER NICK AMARO ONESHOT! THIS TOOK SO LONG BUT IT WAS ALL WORTH IT. I HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOY!! -heaven ♡︎.

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