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natsvenom · 3 months

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Angel

Jason DiLaurentis x fem!reader

SUMMARY: You’ve spent the past few days being distant with your boyfriend, Jason, after you and the liars are go to a coffee shop in town and run into his ex-girlfriend Cece Drake.

WARNINGS! Age gap, slight angst, alcohol ingestion, reader has an eating disorder (anorexia), body shaming, etc.

You and the liars walk into the Apple Rose Grill. Everything was stressful, per usual. Garrett had been let off the hook for murder and now Wilden was trying to make Hanna look guilty. There was currently a court order out for them to take a sample for Hanna’s blood. That would’ve been fine, knowing Hanna isn’t guilty. Except A has a way of making an innocent person a guilty one.

“Take it from me, you’re always better off with a really good lie.” A feminie voice said from behind you guys. You physically felt your heart stop in your chest. The voice was insanely similar to Alison’s.

“Is it just me or did that sound a lot like…” Emily mumbled. Younturned around to see a blonde girl standing at the register. There was no way that could be her, right?

“…Alison.” You guys said in unison.

The girl turned around with a smile on her face, but it quickly faded as she saw you guys staring at her like she was ancient relic, “Something wrong?” She asked.

“Oh, no, sorry.” Aria apologized, “You just sound a lot like one of our friends.”

“Hope she’s brilliant.” The girl said, “What’s her name?”

“Alison DiLaurentis.” You told her, staring at her like she was a lost dog.

She looked at you guys in realization, “You were friends of Ali’s.” She says, “Me too, I’m Cece.” You had heard that name before, you just weren’t exactly sure where from.

“Spencer.” Spencer spoke, greeting herself.

“Melissa Hastings little sister.” Cece noted, “Ali talked about you. She talked about all of you. A lot.”

“How do you know Ali?” You dared to ask.

“Before I moved to L.A our families rented summer homes in Cape May. We went through an intense couple weeks together. I dated her brother, Jason. She never mentioned me to you guys?” Cece explained. You suddenly felt tense hearing the mention of Jason. You could only imagine what she meant by an intense couple of weeks. But there was no need for you to be jealous, right? Jason was with you not her. But in the moment you couldn’t help but notice how incredibly gorgeous Cece Drake was. She had beatiful blonde hair, blue eyes, easily a size 4, and not to mention her confident outgoing personality. She was everything you weren’t.

For some reason this realization made you sick to your stomach. She looked perfectly healthy, while the reason you had looked the way you did was from practically making yourself sick. Almost your whole life you had been worried about your appearance; making sure you never ate more than 1000 calories a day, over exerrting yourself, and excercising till you felt your body break down.

You knew you were destroying yourself, but you wanted to be pretty. You wanted to be like the girls at your school who all the boys fawned over. You wanted to be the girl who was always picked first for group projects. You wanted to be the girl who wasn’t afraid to wear a crop top in public. You wanted to be like Alison, beautiful and destructive.

Alison had told you something that’s always stuck with you, “You’re pretty, but sweetie you need to drop a few pounds.” When she was alive you easily weighed 130 pounds. By the time your family moved back to Rosewood, you weighed 100, and now you weigh 110. everyone had noticed the dramtic changes over the years. Your family had done nothing but worry about you, the boys at school would whistle at you and make inappropriate remarks, Hanna was someone who you could relate to, and Jason was someone you could rely on.

Before you guys started dating, he found out about your eating disorder. At the time you and the other liars were still questioning if he was A, but after he had helped you get better you never once thought about him being A again, and dismissed the girls when every they tried to convince you he was just being friendly to get information. Luckily, things were different now.

You wondered why Jason had never brought up Cece Drake before. You silently wondered if there was any part of him that still thought about her. I mean she’s gorgeous, who wouldn’t be thinking about her.

You had been zoned out for so long you hadn’t even been paying attention to their conversation until you saw her about to leave, but she stopped in her tracks, “Do any of you girls know if Jason is seeing anyone? I hear he looks really good now-a-days.” Cece asked.

The rest of the girls looked at you subtly before turning back to Cece, “No clue.” Spencer said quickly, shrugging her shoulders. Cece nodded her head.

“Well if you see him tell him I say hi.” She said in flirtatious tone, making your skin crawl.

It had been two days since you last spoke to Jason. You spent the last couple of days worrying about your body, spiraling back into that same old self concious loop you had been so familiar with. He was starting to get worried about you. He had absolutely no idea what was going on with you.

You sigh, sitting in the driver’s seat of your car. You know you shouldn’t do this, but you really needed something to take your mind off Cece Drake.

Jason sighed as he sat down on the front porch of his house. He had absolutely no explanation for what was goingon and it was driving him crazy. He turned his head when he heard footsteps walking up to him. He had hoped it would be you, but was met with slight disappointment when he saw someone else.

“Hey.” Spencer greeted softly, walking up the porch to sit by her brother. He simply nodded at her, looking down at the cement floor, which suddenly became very interesting.

“I met Cece Drake this morning.” Spencer revealed. Jason looked up, a confused expression on his face. He hadn’t heard that name in so long, nor thought of it. Spencer could see the gears turning in his head.

“What?” She questioned.

“Was y/n with you?” He asked, looking at her desperately for answers.

“Yeah, why?” It suddenly clicked in his head what was going on with you. You weren’t ignoring him because you were mad at him. You were ignoring him because of something she had said.

You sat on a hard red stool at the bar, thanking Alison internally for getting you a fake id. All you had to do was flash it to the bartender and he came back with exactly what you thought you needed. Alcohol.

You had only drank a little bit, but you were already starting to feel tipsy. You were clearly a light weight, and almost everyone knew it.

“What’s a pretty girl like yourself doing here all alone?” A masculine voice asked from beside you. You turned your head to see a man sitting next to you, a glass of something that was defintely stronger than what you were drinking.

“I’m wondering the same thing myself.” You heard another voice say from behind you. You didn’t have to think twice about it to know who it was. You spun yourself around in the stool and were met with his warm green eyes. You groaned dramatically, pushing youself off the stool. You forgot that the stool was hightened, and practically fell right into Jason’s arms.

His arms wrapped around you quickly, pulling you back up straight. Well, straight as you could get in that moment, “I’m taking you home.” He said strictly, making you giggle. It wasn’t really funny, but right now everything seemed comical to you. You pushed past him walking out of the bar. You felt the cold night air hit your face. It felt good at first, but then it made you feel sick. You threw up into the bushes right outside the bar, right before warm hands pulled your hair back for you.

“I don’t feel good.” You mumbled, wiping your mouth off.

“Mm, I wonder why.” Jason quipped, rubbing your back as an attempt to soothe you. You groaned, shoving your head into his chest. He put one of his hands in your hair, rubbing your head comfortably.

“You smell good.” You mumbled into his chest, making let out a breathy laugh, “Can we make out now?” You asked, pulling him down by his jacket. He kissed the top of your head.

“Not right now pretty girl.” He said softly. You groaned, the annoyance making you roll your eyes. You pushed away from him, walking through the parking lot, Jason following closely behind you.

You stopped in the middle of the parking lot, looking at a group of trees intensly, “Hey, who put those there?” You wondered, observing the trees like they were the most interesting thing in the world. Jason came up behind you, shrugging his jacket off and putting it over your shoulders. He didn’t say anything, knowing that explaining the process of the life cycle of a tree to a drunk person would just end up with and endless amount of stupid questions.

“I think you should take a nap and then google it in the morning.” He said, intertwining his hand with yours as he walked you to the car, opening the door for you and helping you get in. The car ride home was relatively quite, but it wasn’t uncomfortable silence, it was nice.

When you got to the DiLaurentis house, Jason’s hands stayed on your waist as he guided you up the stairs. You plopped down on his bed as he pulled something out of his closet for you to wear. He helped you unzip your little black dress and pulled his hoodie over your head. You yawned as you threw yourself back onto his bed. He sat down next you, pulling the covers over you and placing a gentle kiss on your head.

“She’s pretty.” You mumbled into the cold pillow, grasping it in your hands. Jason sighed, knowing this conversation would end up happening one way or another.

“Whose the girl that I let sleep in my bed everyday and steal every single clothing item I own?” He teased, making you smile into the pillow. You knew he was right.

“But—”

“But nothing. I love you, and only you.” He assured, pulling you into him as he wrapped his arms around you tightly. You cuddled into his chest, grasping his shirt in your hands.

“I love you too, Jase.” You yawned.

“I know angel.”

#jason dilaurentis #jason dilaurentis x reader #pll #pretty little liars #imagine #spencer hastings #light angst #aria montgomery #hanna marin #emily fields #alison dilaurentis #cece drake

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writersblockedx · 1 year

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Crashing

Pairing - Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader Summary - It just so happens that girl's night is taking place at Y/n and Spencer's favourite restaurant. Warnings - None, I don't think! Words - 1.2K

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Spencer wassn't one to be cocky. He wasn't one to show off to those around him. He also adored the idea of privacy. Something which was difficult with his nosy co-workers who craved every speckle of his current life activities. So, somehow, somewhere along the lines, his new girlfriend had slipped through their attention.

Derek had made a quick jab at some of the marks which painted his neck, but he never asked many questions other than mocking the young boy. So you had been kept a secret. Something of which Spencer was silently grateful for. As much as he would adore for you to meet Garcia and the rest of the team, to have something so tranquil separated from the violence and chaos which encompassed his work was nice. And he strived to keep it that way for as long as possible.

A weekend following a tough case had been in need of time together. Something of which had involved a fancy restaurant, an even fancier dress, two chairs facing each other, plates of expensive food and captivating conversation. "And then, of course, the printer had to break." You had huffed, in the middle of a very mundane story that the FBI agent across from you probably couldn't relate to.

Specner was about to let out a chuckle, his drink hovering over his lips when such a tranquil atmosphere had become bombarded. "Spencer?" A squeaky voice called, excitement written in their tone.

The boy tensed. He could barely glance to you before he turned in his chair, spotting Garcia as she rushed over from the bar side of the restaurant. Of course, he recalled, girl's date. They had been getting ready for it all week...only they failed to mention they were going to be drinking at Y/n and Spencer's favourite restaurant. And now any idea of privacy and keeping such a solace situation away from his other life seemed impossible.

"Garcia," He pushed out a smile that came off just as awkward as he felt. "Hi."

Her eyes were straight over to the girl sitting across from him. You were sat like a bunny in the lions den, a slight grin which was nothing compared to the smile that was shining across Garcia. "And who is this lovely girl?" The woman asked.

You leaned over, offering your hand for her to shake. "Y/n," You introduced. Garcia took it in a rush, an exaggerated shake following. "You must be Garcia," You glanced to Spencer and raised a brow, "Right?" You wanted to be certain. From the description Spencer had given you of all his team, the pretty, bright lady in front of you did best to fit it.

Spencer had given you a nod. And just as Garcia was about to open her mouth again, start to nag at you to find out who you in fact were to Spencer, the other two girls trailed along. In a similar fashion, they stopped, took a glance at the couple in the midst of a date and their eyes widened. "Oh," Slipped from Emily's lips first. At least you assumed it was Emily with her straight black hair.

You let out a breath like it were fresh air. "Hi," You sighed as if the tension around the group wasn't building.

Finally, Spencer stepped in. "Erm, this is Y/n," He looked between you and the girls who were all just as shocked as each other. "My girlfriend."

That had really left them stunned. They each could barely mumble words. At the time, a jumble of hi, nice to meet you, was said, ignoring the very thick tension which was suffocating the air around them. And so, just as quickly as they had crowded the table, they left. Their voices muttering and whispering, each asking if the other was aware. The three girls came to the quick conclusion that Spencer Reid had in fact been keeping this girlfriend of his a secret from them.

The Monday after followed the consequences of Spencer's actions. No one had said anything so far. For that he was partly grateful, but he assumed this was the calm before the storm. He assumed right. By the time he made it into the conference room, he knew he was in for it. He made sure he was the last in. And for the very first time, the whole team was sat around the table in silence.

Spencer didn't say anything at first. Rather, he wandered into his own seat, glancing at the file in front of him. Still, no one said anything.

The boy peered up, finding all eyes on him. A huff escaped his lips, "What?" He questioned, thinking maybe he could play this dumb.

Another moment of silence followed. One of which could only be broken by Penelope Garcia. "You have a girlfriend?" She was drooling in offensive, a sort of sense of betrayal that had evoked some sympathy from Spencer.

He looked over at the rest of the team who were just as eagerly waiting for an answer as Garcia was. "You weren't really meant to find out." He muttered, avoiding eye contact at any moment.

JJ leaned forward, her brows twisting, "You weren't going to tell us?" She scoffed.

Spencer seemed to only be able to shrug, "You never asked." And like that, he seemed to sink back into his seat.

Another awkward moment passed before Emily finally spoke up, "Well I say it's about time."

Spencer's head turned to her, "What?" He asked with furrowed brows.

"It's about time you finally get a girlfriend." She reiterated.

Morgan, who Spencer had been most anxious over, finally added into the conversation. "I thought it was a joke when Garcia told me."

"Hey!" The young boy snapped in response.

"What was her name again?" He questioned, ignoring the irritation laced in Spencer's tone.

"And what exactly does she do for a living?" Emily added.

Something which seemed to start a trend in the piling questions, "Do she live with you?" Garcia had said, sitting upright in a sudden excitement for him.

"How long have you even been together?" JJ asked.

And with the many questions, Spencer seemed to not even be able to answer one of them. Luckily for him, just as they had been asked, Rossi came to save him the stress. "How about we just be happy for the kid?" He suggested, leant back in his chair with one brow raised at the rest of the team.

That within itself had done well to shut them up. And, for the first time since Spencer had entered the room, Hotch finally spoke up. "Now, Garcia?" The woman tensed, expecting some comment about personal and work lives. "The case?" She relaxed - as had Spencer. The privacy of his own life would return to the backburner as the woman stood, ready to lead the meeting.

By the time she had started talking, everyone had long forgotten about the grilling they were giving him. And when Specner caught glance of Hotch, he gave the younger man a wink, silently telling him that it was okay. Maybe it hadn't been ideal, but suppose this was one way to introduce his co-workers to the girl in his life.

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softhairedhotch · 6 months

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comfortember day sixteen: coffee/tea break aaron hotchner x gender neutral reader aaron takes a holiday from work and comes back with a beard, leading to something neither of you would have expected. word count: 1.6k warnings/content: minor injury (burns), mentions of being shot, kissing, one use of Y/N,, idk what else. comfortember masterlist here! also on ao3!

beards and burns

You sigh at the computer in front of you, feeling exhaustion beginning to weigh you down. Looking around the bullpen and seeing similar expressions across your co-worker's faces, you stand up and ask, “Does anyone want any coffee?” The chorus of yeses and pleases makes you laugh as you begin walking toward the kitchenette. “I’ll make a fresh pot.”

“Our saviour!” Emily calls after you.

Derek laughs as he gestures toward you. “The true hero of the BAU.”

You roll your eyes and begin making the coffee, scrolling through your phone as it heats up. As you laugh at a funny post from your friend, you hear a few collective gasps fill the room and glance up to see your team all talking in hushed voices. Raising your eyebrow, you wonder to yourself what they’re up to as you grab the finished coffee pot and your mug.

“Good to see you again, Y/N,” a voice from behind you says, startling you and making you jump. “Oh, sorry.”

Recognising the voice as Aaron, your boss, who’s been on holiday for almost two months (everyone was as surprised as you when he announced his break from work), you turn around to greet him with a smile. However, at the sight of him, the words die in your throat and all you get out is an embarrassing noise of shock. And if that’s not embarrassing enough, the coffee pot–both fresh and boiling to the touch–falls out of your grip and smashes to the ground.

Aaron is quick to run over to you, his face dropping into deep concern as you flinch back and hold your hand with a pained sound. It’s almost too much, his soft brown eyes looking over your face, one hand on your shoulder and the other hovering over your burnt hand, and the beard.

God, he has a beard.

An actual beard.

One that frames his face so perfectly and makes him look ten times more attractive, something you were sure couldn’t be possible and it has your mind reeling. Your face feels as if it’s been engulfed in flames as you stare at him, his mouth moving to words you’re too unfocused to hear.

He moves you over to the sink and runs the water on the coldest setting, testing the temperature on his hand before putting yours under the tap and shaking off his own. Embarrassment courses through you.

“Sorry,” you mutter, taking a step away from him and looking at the shattered glass on the floor. “I don’t know what happened there.”

You can feel everyone in the office staring at you and you wish the floor would simply swallow you up. Derek cackles to himself, trying to stifle his laughter but failing miserably, and you make a note to yourself to smack him over the head when you get a chance.

“Maybe you should go home and get some sleep instead of drinking more coffee, hm?” Aaron suggests.

Despite the pain in your hand, slowly easing up under the cold water, you manage to laugh. “Jesus, Hotch, you take a month off and suddenly you’re an advocate for going home and getting some rest? What happened to you?”

He grins at your words, his dimple hidden by his perfectly trimmed beard but still managing to look as stunning as ever, and you melt at the sight. “It made me open my eyes a bit.” As he speaks, he reaches out for a neatly folded towel on the counter and throws it over the coffee on the floor, kneeling beside it. His eyes catch yours from where he’s on the floor, the light reflecting beautifully over them and making the black ring around his iris more noticeable. “I’ve clearly been missing out.”

“Hotch, you don’t have to clean that–”

“It’s okay, don’t worry.” He moves the towel over the floor briefly before standing up and looking at your hand in concern. “You know what? Your hand is more important than this floor.” He glances around the room before his eyes land on a still-grinning Derek and he squints his eyes with the smallest of smirks–it almost makes you collapse on the spot. “Morgan, clean this glass up, please.”

That wipes the smile off Derek’s face immediately and you bite your lip to hold back a laugh. “Seriously, Hotch? I didn’t even make the mess, man!”

“You can treat yourself to another pot of coffee afterwards,” Aaron replies, reaching out for your shoulder and gently guiding you toward his office. Once you’re inside and the door is closed, he takes your burnt hand in yours and sighs. “What are we gonna do with you, huh?”

“It’s just a small burn,” you shrug, “nothing I haven’t been through before.”

He hums. “True. I mean… you’ve been shot.”

“True,” you reply with a grimace, “that wasn’t very pleasant. Neither is this but I’m being very brave about it.”

Aaron laughs, the noise soft and sweet, and you’re sure you might melt. “Yes. Yes, you are. Now let’s make sure you’re okay, hm?” After looking over your hand for a few moments, Aaron hums again and smiles at you, eyes bright. “I think you’ll survive.”

And then he does something you would never have expected in a million years. Everything feels as if it’s in slow motion as he gently swipes the pad of his thumb over the back of your hand before raising it to his lips and pressing a soothing kiss over your skin. Your cheeks warm the moment his lips make contact and the cage in your stomach bursts open with all the butterflies fighting to get out.

“There,” he whispers, “kissed it all better.”

You can’t help but laugh at that, finding him endearingly cute as you stare at him with a fond look. “Thank you, that really helped.” As the two of you stare at each other for a few moments, you move your burnt hand closer to slide it over his jaw, feeling the soft bristles of his beard under your fingers. The sensation makes your heart hammer in your chest, and when Aaron smiles and nuzzles his face into the palm of your hand, you’re sure you might have a heart attack right then and there. “Aaron…”

“Yeah?”

Running your thumb over his jaw, you smile at him. “I missed you.”

Aaron grins and his dimples move under your hand. “I missed you too.”

And then he’s moving closer, reaching out to cup your face in his own warm hands, angling your head so that his lips slot perfectly against yours. The kiss is soft and sweet, and you find yourself sinking further against him as he smiles into the kiss. When it’s over and the two of you pull apart, slowly so as to not separate so soon, his eyes find yours and his smile widens.

“That was…” you start, trailing off as you nuzzle your nose against his cheek and close your eyes.

“Something we should have done a long time ago?”

You let out a huff of laughter. “Definitely. But I’m glad we did it now.”

“Me too,” he mutters, pressing his lips against yours again. The short hairs of his beard rub against your face in a satisfying way. “This wouldn’t have anything to do with my beard though, would it?”

“Oh, it has everything to do with it,” you reply, pressing a kiss against his jaw. “You better be keeping this, Agent.”

“If you say so, Agent,” he chuckles. “Although I’m not sure Jack will like it.”

“Kids can’t always get what they want, tell him to suck it up.”

Aaron snorts at that. “Maybe you should be the one to tell him that; I don’t think he’d like to hear that from me. Maybe over dinner later this week?”

You raise an eyebrow. “You want me to have dinner with you and Jack already?”

His face falls ever so slightly. “I’m moving too fast, aren’t I? I just figured that you and Jack already know each other pretty well and–”

“Aaron,” you laugh, interrupting him. You smooth your fingers over his beard, admiring the way it frames his face perfectly for a few moments before meeting his eyes again. “It’s okay, I understand. I’d… I’d love that.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you smile. “Does Friday work?”

“Friday, Friday,” he mutters, looking down at the ground in thought. “Hm, I don’t know…” He meets your gaze and laughs when you give him a look. “Yes, yes that’ll work. How about 7pm?”

“That’s perfect,” you reply, pressing your lips against his one more time. “I should get back to work now.”

“Right, yeah. See you later.”

You wave to him and make your way out of his office, immediately aware of all the eyes on you. Derek is both smirking and glowering at you, no doubt mad about the fact he had to clean up the mess, but there’s a coffee in his and everyone else’s hand so there’s no doubt he did it. When you glance back at the office, you realise that Aaron’s blinds were open the entire time and the team had a view of everything that just happened.

Great.

Ignoring the small anxious pit in your stomach over that, you stroll over to casually pour yourself a new coffee before making your way to your desk. You sit down and turn on your screen, focusing on the task at hand, when Emily approaches you with a smirk.

“What?”

“So, you and Hotch, huh?”

You laugh and gently push her away. “Yeah, what about it?”

“Nothing! Just didn’t realise you had such a thing for beards!”

“Shut it, Prentiss.”

“Or what?” She cackles.

You roll your eyes and laugh again, looking up at Aaron’s office once more to see him already looking back at you, a genuine smile tugging at his lips. It makes you feel light and you can’t wait until Friday rolls around.

tags: @hotchs-big-hands @criminalskies

#aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x gender neutral reader #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner fluff #bearded aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner beard #comfortember #comfortember 2023 #cas writes

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tenpintsof-sundrop · 5 months

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My Top 10 Fics Of 2023

So, because it is the 'wrapped' time of year where everyone looks back on their year through playlists and other types of stats - I thought that I would look back on my year through something completely nonobjective and based on exactly 0 data - my favourite fics I have written this year that are based completely on my personal enjoyment of them.

Last year, I did something similar to this where I counted down the top ten fics based completely on data - how many notes each fic had gotten on tumblr. But most of the posts were shorter fics that I hadn't spent a lot of time working on that I wasn't very proud of. (Like the fact that my current most popular fanfic on my sideblog for fanfiction is the shortest in word count.) So I have decided to go over the fics that are the most popular in my heart - countdown style.

This year I have written 39 different fics and I have written over 395,000 words, and these are my favourite fics that I have written.

Honorable Mentions:

Black Suit - Emily Prentiss x Fem!Reader (2,900 words). One of the most well-rounded fics I have written in such a short word count. And just - look at her.

My Bleeding Heart - Draco Malfoy x Fem!Reader (3,400 words). I have never used Death Eaters as the basis for angst in a fic and I had so much fun with it. Plus the kidfic fluff at the end was really fun too.

IFHY (I Fucking Hate You) - Abby Anderson x Fem!Reader (8,100 words). So @holy-minseok made a post about how there isn't enough fics with reader characters that aren't nice and sweet and I haven't stopped thinking about it since. Because I have so many fics with rude, toxic readers and this is absolutely one of them. This reader is a Grade A Bitch and that's a huge reason why I had so much fun writing it.

Better Than Sleeping - Jason Todd x Fem!Reader (5,300 words). This is some of the best quality smut I have written this year, hands down.

The Patron Saint of Liars and Fakes - Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader (8,200 words). I love writing fics based on specific episodes of a show, and this definitely helped to fulfil my whump quota for the year.

Sweet Revenge - Ellie Williams x Fem!Reader (16,200 words). This is a fic that definitely converted me from a hardcore Abby girl into an Ellie girl. I am very proud of it. (And eventually I became an EllAbs girl, as god intended.)

Free Use Day - Poly!OG!Titans x Fem!Reader (14,300 words). This is probably my most epic and honorable of the honorable mentions. This is the first time in years that I have written such a long pwp, and it's written about some of my ult favs. So I fucking love it. (It came so, so close to making the top ten.)

(Now, onto the top ten.)

The Top Ten:

10. Dreaming Of You - Gar Logan x Fem!Mute!Reader (31,300 words)

You and Gar have been best friends for a long time. Nothing could disrupt the harmony of such a perfect friendship. Nothing except maybe… your usually predictable powers going haywire and somehow showing you all of his heated daydreams about you. But he couldn’t possibly have romantic feelings for you. He couldn’t possibly want anything more than your close platonic friendship and the occasional steamy fantasy. Right? Gar Logan x Fem!Mute!Powered!Reader. Best Friends to Lovers. Smut and (Slight) Angst. Set during Season 2.

At first I wasn't even sure if I should put this one on the list, because it's technically a re-post, but I was like fuck it, I make the rules here. And the reason it's at 10 is because technically I wrote most of this in 2021 originally (though it feels like longer ago than that omg), but this year I heavily updated the fic, including writing some new scenes for it that flesh it out very nicely. To me, this is everything a good re-post should be. It cleans up what was already there and amazing about the fic and it enhances it so much.

I loved the concept of this fic from its core, and now I get to be so, so proud of the way I have enhanced it years later. To me, this will always be my core Gar fic (as much as I will always write more for him) - and it is something I am truly, genuinely proud of. If you love Gar and you love smutty fantasies involving him, I highly recommend checking this fic out.

9. No Brainer - Derek Cho x Fem!Reader x Melanie Cross (Mayhem (2017)) (7,100 words)

When the ID-7 Virus, aka the Red Eye Virus hits Towers and Smythe Consulting, it throws the entire office building into chaos. With a mandatory quarantine from the CDC in action, that chaos builds in on itself, and somehow, you, Derek, and Melanie get everything that you want. aka You have something Derek and Melanie need. Derek and Melanie have something you want. You all agree to make an exchange, and everyone ends up more than happy. Derek Cho (Steven Yeun) x Fem!Reader x Melanie Cross (Samara Weaving). Co-Works to Lovers. Smut. Based on the film Mayhem from 2017.

This is one of my personal favourite fics of mine that I believe very few people following me have ever read. I absolutely love writing fics based on random one-off horror movies - I have way more in my drafts, and one of my goals for 2024 is to complete and post more of them. But one night I was laying in bed and I randomly watched this film because I knew Steven Yeun was in it. I had seen a lot of clips of him covered in blood and yelling, and I found him really hot in those clips, so I knew that I would enjoy the film. And I absolutely fucking did. Not just based on his hotness, but just - the entire film was so, so enjoyable.

Also, the ID-7 Virus, a fictional sickness that lowers your inhibitions (something that is shown in the film to work like sex pollen) is the perfect basis for a fic. So I literally started writing this on my phone before I had even finished watching the film. And I posted it a few days later. I think it's just pure fun. One of my favourite things to write about is a healthy combination of horror and sex, and this is definitely toeing the line perfectly in my opinion. If you haven't seen the film, I highly recommend it - watch it, and then come back and read this fic.

8. My Heart Is The Worst Kind Of Weapon - Ellie Williams x Fem!Reader (9,600 words)

Ellie confronts your abuser, and after years of torment, you finally feel free. Ellie Williams x Fem!Reader. Strangers to Lovers. Hurt and Comfort.

This is a fic that is very close to my heart. Not only is named after a tragically underrated Fall Out Boy B-Side, one of my favourite songs ever, but it is a fic about conquering the abuse of a family member - and when I wrote this, it was coming from a place of the utmost sincerity.

I am someone who has experienced abuse from a family member, and it felt so entirely empowering to write this - to write about someone coming to your rescue so honestly. Someone rescuing you out of pure want, not because it's an obligation or a burden. But because they are compelled by their own morals and they feel that your abuse is a cruel injustice against the world. This and the companion fic I wrote for Abby with a similar storyline are two of the most important fics that I have written this year.

7. Ghosting - Mike Schmidt x Fem!Reader (3,700 words)

Mike has been in love with you for as long as he can remember. For about as long as the two of you have been best friends. He always thought he would have more time to work up to confessing those big, dangerous feelings for you - until something more dangerous swooped in and stole any time he had left with you. Mike Schmidt x Fem!Reader. Star-Crossed Lovers. Pure Angst. Set during the events of the movie (and features spoilers for the plot).

I feel like this list would be incomplete if I didn't pick at least one of the FNAF fics that I wrote (and two of them ended up on here). With how much it was delayed, it was actually wild to see the FNAF Movie actually come to life before our very eyes, and it was amazing to actually write some fics about it. This is the first time (in a very long time) that I have written pure angst with no sense of fluff at the ending, and it was actually so much fun - it's fun to give into the darker side of a fic, and to write about the most torturous human emotions with absolutely no relief.

Also, I think dying in someone's arms (especially holding your lover or your would-be lover) is such a compelling trope and I loved writing about it. This was so much fun for me to write, and it was something so interesting to explore aside from the usual smut that I write.

6. From Your Lips - Jennifer Jareau x GN!Reader (3,000 words)

After JJ is attacked by dogs on the Hankle farm, everyone is busy worrying about Reid’s missing status, but you take the time to check on JJ and try your best to calm her flustered mind. Jennifer Jareau x Gender Neutral Reader. Friends with Benefits. Smut and Angst. Set during Season 2, Episode 15.

This year, I had another large foray into the Criminal Minds fandom, and I wrote a JJ fic for the first time. And just in general, I am so proud of this fic. I think even for a short fic, it has such a great essence - again, I love setting fics during specific episodes, and I found it so fun to play around with the religious imagery and the religious themes already in this episode, as well as the imagery of rabid dogs.

To me, this is what truly makes fanfiction great - taking details of the canon, chewing them up like bubblegum and then adding something else in to make them your own. I had so much fun writing this fic, 10/10.

5. Love From The Other Side (aka The Golf Club Fic) - Abby Anderson x Fem!Reader (5,600 words)

Abby kills the man that has been haunting your nightmares for years. You find it only fitting to give her a proper reward. Abby Anderson x Fem!Reader. Established Relationship. Smut. Set during The Last of Us Part II. (aka - the fic where Abby fucks the reader's pussy with the golf club that she used to kill Joel.)

So, as you will notice with this fic and the next one, 2023 was the year I truly said fuck it. There used to be a time when I was afraid to admit my weirder kinks and fantasies (like, I used to be afraid to even say that I read A/B/O), but then I realized that this is the freak-nasty website. And way too many people are shy. So I must be the one to provide the freak-nasty fics.

This is a fic I had in mind since the very first time I watched TLOU2 gameplay. And originally, it was going to be a simple, purely pornopraphic fic about Abby fucking the reader with the golf club - but as I was writing it, it turned into something that I find oddly beautiful. And (again, just like with the next fic) I find that writing about kinks in long-term relationships, especially the kind of relationships that have come to be co-dependent - it's like writing this toxic, cathartic poetry.

It's writing about two people who need each other but can be so horrible for each other - and it is one of my favourite things to write about because it's so damn interesting. This was a slay, and generally awesome because it was getting out an idea that's been in my head for years.

4. Damn The Man, Save The Empire - Vanessa Shelly x GN!Reader (6,100 words)

Vanessa has always taken care of you. Since the two of you were kids, she has put her neck on the line for you, and you rarely knew how to return that epic kindness. One night, while both of you are raw and on-edge, the dark cloud of your strange past looming over both of you nearly swallows both of you whole - and once again, Vanessa is right there, taking care of you. (Dark)Dom!Vanessa Shelly x Sub!Gender Neutral Reader. Toxic Co-Dependent Relationship. Smut and Angst. Takes place before the main timeline of the film (features spoilers for the movie).

Again, like I said with the previous fic - this was one of my favourite fics to write because it is so delightfully unhinged. I really enjoy exploring toxic relationships through fiction because - for one, writing healthy, functioning relationships is not always interesting. And there is something so beautifully dark and poetic about writing two people who have grown into each other like twisted tree branches and need each other, but are so bad for each other.

And this year I have been exploring gender neutral smut a lot more. I used to always write fem reader smut as my default, but I have been having a lot of fun with the creativity of writing smut without describing the reader's body in detail. I love coming up with metaphors and describing around the body parts. I find it to be a fun creative challenge. Anyway - this was a lot of fun to write, and I highly recommend it if you enjoy reading darker fics.

3. Lessons For A Genius (Lesson One) - Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader (17,200 words)

What could a certified genius possibly have to learn from someone like you? Turns out - a hell of a lot. And the real ‘teaching’ started when your graphic explanations of slang toward Spencer for the sheer shock value of it turned into something a lot more… hands on. Sub!Spencer Reid x (BAU)Dom!Fem!Reader. Co-Workers to Friends with Benefits. Smut. Set during early Season 2.

I feel like it would be a miss to make this list without mentioning a fic that I obsessed over for two weeks straight - a fic that drove me insane in the best way. Of course, there is also the sequel, but I personally prefer the first lesson. This fic has been brewing in my mind for a very long time, because it is painfully obvious to me that Spencer (in the early seasons) is an awkward virgin, and I have always wanted to ruin him.

This fic is a lot of my fantasies brought to life, and I feel like it's a really masterful painting of those fantasies - for once, without overly focusing on the murder mystery aspect of Criminal Minds fanfiction (which I have a tendency to get distracted by). I am really, really proud of this fic, and I know you guys enjoyed it. It is definitely a highlight of my writing this year.

2. Emergency Contact - Jason Todd x GN!Reader (10,500 words)

After Jason miraculously comes home from his brush with Deathstroke, you’re both feeling it in very different ways. You have an unexpected physical wound from the battle, and he has many (very expected) emotional wounds. You help each other heal. Even if it’s very stubborn on both your parts. Jason Todd x GN!Powered!Reader. Enemies/FWB to Lovers. Angst and Hurt/Comfort. (Slight Smut). Set during Season 2, Episode 5.

This is a fic I have talked about a lot recently, because I have been working on the sequel. (I was hoping to get the sequel finished and posted before the end of December, but it's gonna be a longer fic, so it's looking like it's gonna be one of the first fics of January instead.) Anyway - to me, this is by far one of my best fics and one of my most important fics of 2023. This was battling for the top spot.

But even if it's second place, I am so incredibly proud of this fic. I think it's beautifully written, I am incredibly proud of the literary references I worked in with The Great Gatsby - especially because I feel like Jason would be the type to read Gatsby and compare himself to someone tragic and doomed like Gatsby (he would soo compare himself to Gatsby, especially because he was also a poor kid who was randomly sponsored by a rich man who saw potential in him). Overall, I just had a very distinct vision when writing the fic, and that vision came to life. And I really, really hope that my vision comes to life in the sequel too.

1. King For A Day - Poly!Golden Trio x Fem!Reader (22,400 words)

You have always had a special relationship with Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, and the one and only Harry Potter. When you set out to help them find and destroy Lord Voldemort’s Horcruxes, it seems that your intimate knowledge of them is the one thing keeping them together - until the unique dynamic shifts, thanks to one of those pesky pieces of dark magic. Angry voices carry, and it turns out - moans of pleasure do too. Poly!Golden Trio x Fem!Reader (Fem!Reader x Harry Potter x Ron Weasley x Hermione Granger). FWB to Poly Lovers. Smut (with a slight bit of Angst). Set during Deathly Hallows.

And finally, we get to my favourite fic of the year!!

So, I'm gonna be honest, a huge reason that this fic gets the top slot is because of my nostalgia for Harry Potter. This year was the first time in a long time that I have written Harry Potter fanfiction, and it felt like a reawakening of my soul. I was genuinely happy, and I was spending time enjoying concepts and characters that I have not thought about for a long time.

This fic in particular, I feel like I have been working on it for years in my mind. This fic is a culmination of all my thoughts about these characters, all my time in the Harry Potter fandom, and generally, I am so, so proud of it. I am proud that my love for Harry Potter has come to fruition in this form - a poly smut fic, something that is just so me.

Overall - I had such a great year chasing fic ideas that make me happy, despite the popularity of the characters or the fandoms, and I encourage you guys to spend 2024 doing the same. Cheers!

#sundrop speaks #fanfiction #gar logan x reader #emily prentiss x reader #draco malfoy x reader #abby anderson x reader #jason todd x reader #ellie williams x reader #spencer reid x reader #mike schmidt x reader #jennifer jareau x reader #vanessa shelly x reader

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violetrainbow412-blog · 6 months

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Day 30: scary movies

Masterlist flufftober 🎀

The translations of the French sentences are at the end and I give special thanks to @cumulo-stratus for helping me check that they were fine. I hope you like it!

“We're here,” Spencer announced, although that was obvious, when he parked the convertible car that Rossi had very kindly offered to lend to you.

Now that Halloween was so close, the doctor had invited the entire team to the drive-in theater for the broadcast in its original language of Eyes Without a Face, a 1960 French film, but everyone had found an excuse not to attend. Most of them refused due to their ignorance of the language and Emily, who was the only one who spoke it as fluently as Spencer, already had plans that night.

“I can go with you” you had said kindly. In other circumstances you might not have accepted, but now it made you feel guilty leaving your friend alone. In addition, the plans with him were always calm and, to a certain extent, educational "But I warn you that all I know how to say in French is Bonjour”

Your friend was happy with your response and he asked you not to worry, telling you that all you had to do was take it to him so he could translate the words for you. So Rossi told you that he would collaborate on one of his cars and Spencer almost died when he saw it, not because he was a big fan but because he was worried about how much money he would have to pay if he made the slightest scratch on it.

“There are more people than I imagined,” you murmured, nodding toward the rest of the parking lot. The majority were couples, as expected, and a few older adults.

“It was a very popular story during that time, despite the censorship it involved. We once had a similar case in… Well, I'll remind you when we finish watching it. I don't want to ruin anything for you," he murmured, smiling.

That night he had chosen an outfit that was quite common to see him in at the office: brown cardigan, an argyle vest, formal shirt, and tie. Everything was fine with that, what was really driving you crazy lately was the hair. Spencer styled his hair in a certain way that… you couldn't explain it, he just made you think of Prince Charming in fairy tales.

And the fact that you started to see it that way didn't help a damsel like you at all.

“It's okay if you can't translate the entire film. Just telling me a couple of lines is enough, I will be guided by what I see”

“No, that's not a problem. I can do it"

Of course you knew he could do it, it was Doctor fucking Reid. You were just worried that you would end up more focused on his whispering lips than on the screen in front of you.

Luckily the movie started and you managed to maintain the necessary composure. Luckily your brain was able to pay attention to what you saw, what you heard, and what Spencer was murmuring to you. At first you may have only agreed to accompany him out of kindness, but as the story progressed you realized that it was actually good. Little by little you were remembering a case that, as he had said, you had investigated, but that should probably be a talk for after finishing the movie.

You had to admit that something was captivating about the French language, because even if you didn't understand a thing they said, it was nice to hear it.

Calme-toi, ma chérie.

Faites-lui confiance.

One of the characters murmured and a second later you heard Spencer with the respective translation.

“Calm down, my dear. Trust in him”

"Repeat that"

“Calm down, my dear. Trust in him?”

“No,” you murmured, seeing him frown as if he didn’t understand your request. “Repeat what he said, in French.”

The idea had come from God knows where and you had only mentioned it in the heat of the moment, otherwise you would never have asked him. It was just that the words had sounded so exquisite that you wondered if the soft voice of the man next to you would replicate them in the same way.

Spencer wanted to ask you why you wanted that, but he was afraid of ruining his only chance to impress you with his skills, so he just turned enough so you could see him better and mentally visualize the words he needed.

When he leaned a little towards you to have more privacy you felt his breath hit your neck and adding to the soft aroma of his cologne that reached your nose you felt slightly dizzy.

If a single action had been enough to make your entire body shake, it probably would have been hearing Spencer Reid whispering French in your ear.

“Calme-toi, ma chérie. Faites-lui confiance”

“Once again,” you laughed, thankful that the low lighting didn’t allow you to see a blush on your cheeks.

"Why?" he said amused, thinking that perhaps it was prudent to inquire about your request.

“I don't know, when you talk it you sound so…” so sexy “nice. Like feeling velvet between your fingers”

Spencer was definitely flattered by you, you could tell by the way he chuckled and his body flinched slightly.

“I don't sound that good because I haven't practiced French for a long time, but my mom wants to go to Paris one day so if we go together, I'll be able to do it. I learned it a few years ago, it is a somewhat difficult language”

“Can you say anything else?” you asked excitedly, as you scooted a little further against him to the point where your knee brushed his and your faces were just a short distance away “I mean, of course you can, but could you do it?”

“Huh, what do you want me to tell you?”

“Whatever,” you smiled sweetly. You weren't even paying attention to the movie anymore, which was playing in the background, but you only had eyes for him and his pretty face.

Spencer's face. Your co-worker.

Despite the inappropriate course that your thoughts had taken, you kept watching him while he thought for a few seconds what he was going to say to satisfy your curiosity. A mischievous smile crossed his face as he tilted his head slightly and you swore it was almost as if he wanted to maneuver his lips to yours.

“Je pense que tu es vraiment belle”

The phrase was just a caress, a feather sliding across your ears that managed to stop your breathing and accelerate your heart rate. Maybe French was called the language of love for a reason.

"What does it mean?" you asked in barely a whisper.

But Spencer didn't respond, he just stared at you and for a second you thought his attention had been diverted to your parted lips.

“Keep watching the movie or you'll miss the best part.”

“Spencer, what does it mean?”

“There he is saying that she can be admitted tomorrow morning.”

“Spencer,” you said sternly. Even with the tone of your voice, he did not look to your side, pretending to be extremely interested in the movie playing, “What did you tell me?”

“You only wanted to hear me speak in French, you never asked for a translation”

“Reid!” You complained, extending your hand to his arm to get his attention and force him to look at you. “I swear if you offended me…”

“Je ne t'offenserais jamais”

“Stop it,” you threatened him, pointing a finger at him and frowning.

“Si je pouvais, j'effacerais ce visage en colère avec un baiser”

You responded to that with an exasperated sigh and suddenly a scream that you didn't expect on the screen startled you greatly, causing you to instinctively jump into his arms.

It was an absolute, cheap cliché, but that didn't make it any less romantic.

"You see? Pay attention” was all he said, with a tone that showed how much fun he seemed to be having.

You readjusted yourself in your seat without saying anything and obeyed his words, looking at the strange black-and-white scene. Out of the corner of your eye you watched Spencer lick his lips before he started shouting explanations about the story again which you listened to carefully, trying not to think too much about what the two sentences he had told you meant but which would keep you curious for the rest of the night.

Suddenly you felt him stir next to you and raise both arms, as if he wanted to stretch his back, while a yawn left his lips. What really caught your attention was feeling that one of his limbs, the one that was close to you, when getting off was placed on the edge of the seat behind your back and not on his lap as it should be.

“Tell me you didn’t do that.”

"Do what?" he asked, but from the stutter in his voice you knew he knew well what you meant.

“That's the most common tactic on earth,” you muttered between laughs. Spencer lowered his head as if he were embarrassed and ready to take his arm away from you, but you raised your hand until you took his and slid a little so that you were leaning against his body. “But I'll let it go just because you're cute.”

Cute. The word resonated in Spencer's mind and warmed his cheeks, while he felt how you settled your head better on his chest and began to caress the back of his hand with your thumb. You were so soft and warm he felt like he was going to die.

“Where is my star translator?” he heard you say and that was enough to snap him out of his trance.

You stayed in that position for the rest of the show while he whispered in your ear and you listened to the soft beat of his heart, feeling that, at least for one night, the world belonged only to the two of you.

Translation

"I think you are really beautiful" (Je pense que tu es vraiment belle)

"I would never offend you" (Je ne t'offenserais jamais)

“If I could, I would erase this angry face with a kiss” (Si je pouvais, j'effacerais ce visage en colère avec un baiser)

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fragileruns · 6 months

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Hello love! Would it be possible to request something with derek morgan x inexperienced!reader? I think it's such an interesting dynamic since he's a very suave person. Maybe something about the reader being nervous or insecure of having less experience than he does? You can go either fluffy or smut or both 🥰 I hope this request finds you well. Thank you in advance!! ❤️

hi! thank you for your request <3 it’s just a little blurb but i hope you like it

derek morgan x reader. content warning: mentions of sex but no smut, reader being nervous, derek being a gentleman, reader likes coffee so if you don’t i’m sorry, reader has hair but i think the rest is gender neutral

You had spent longer than you’d care to admit picking out an outfit for your date tonight. You knew that Derek had seen you at your worst - working together had made it inevitable for him to see you sick at least once, tired, irritable, and much worse than that - but it still felt like a big deal.

It was your third date, and you knew what the implications meant. Even if you didn’t, Emily, JJ, and Penelope and taken to relentlessly teasing you to make sure you did know. And sure, you’d known each other for years and had been in this sort of relationship for a few months (your work made it hard to plan times to be together, which was why you’d been on so few dates), but you were nervous.

You had never really been with many people. Somehow, Derek had managed to be with quite a few people even with how often you had to be away for your job: you knew this because everyone did. He wasn’t exactly subtle. You, however, were not as skilled at picking up anyone while you were away or at home, for that matter. The only people you’d been with were the few actual relationships you’d had in the past.

So, you were sitting on his couch after your date - he had cooked for you, which somehow made this all even more nerve wracking - and you were trying desperately not to bounce your knee.

After what felt like forever, and simultaneously not long enough to prepare yourself, Derek had come to plop down next to you. He insisted you go sit while he did the dishes, something about being a ‘gentleman’ and ‘needing you to sit pretty.’

You were sure he’d noticed your nerves, but he had been kind enough not to say anything yet. However, once he placed a hand on your thigh in what was meant to be a comforting way, and you tensed up, he couldn’t hold it in.

“What’s up with you tonight? Did I do something wrong? You’re not vegan, are you?” He questioned, worried that maybe you hadn’t really enjoyed your dinner.

“What? No,” your eyebrows furrowed as you looked at him for a mere second, before casting your gaze in front of you. “Nothing’s wrong with me, I’m just tired.”

“Trying to lie to a profiler? Babe, that’s like, the worst move you could make,” Derek chuckled slightly, turning to face you more. He was trying to make light of the situation, and you appreciated that, but your nerves didn’t seem to care.

“I’m a profiler, too.”

“So you should know you can’t hide things from me. C’mon, just spit it out,” his hand moved to brush your hair off of your shoulder before rubbing it to try and coax whatever was wrong out of you. “I promise I won’t laugh.”

You shot him a look, and he grinned. “Okay, depending on what it is, I may laugh. Just a little bit. But that doesn’t mean I don’t want you to tell me.”

“I just - it’s our third date.”

“Really? Thought it was our fifth.” He tried to joke, but when it didn’t seem to calm you any, he just shook his head and mumbled a small apology.

“And there’s… implications that go along with it.”

Derek tilted his head, looking at you similar to a confused dog. But when you didn’t clarify and instead only gave him a look, he understood what you meant.

“And you’re worried about that?”

“I mean, kind of. Yes. I just,” you sighed as you tried to piece your words together, cheeks flush with embarrassment about even having to have this conversation. You were an adult, but for some reason, telling your sort of boyfriend that you hadn’t had sex in a while still felt awkward. “I’m not really.. experienced, I guess. I’ve only been with a few people. And you-”

“Used to be a total manwhore?”

“I wasn’t going to say that. And I really wish Garcia hadn’t taught you that term.”

He laughed at that then, and his arm lifted off of your shoulder to trail down your arm, before he grabbed onto your hand.

“Look, I’m not expecting anything out of tonight, okay? I just wanted to spend time with you, I don’t care if I see you naked tonight. Or for a while. It doesn’t matter,” he started, and the seriousness on his face was almost odd, since you were used to his teasing grin. “If you’re not ready for it, I’m not ready for it. Just because it’s our third date doesn’t mean we’re required to have sex. And I wasn’t really thinking about that, anyway. I don’t want to do it if you don’t want to.”

“It’s not that I don’t want to. I just don’t want you to be disappointed because I’m not as good as you expected. Or what you’re used to,” You frowned, and it made him frown, almost like a mirror.

“Baby. Sweetheart. Honey. You seriously think I’m going to be disappointed? I used to wake up early every morning so I could get coffee from your favorite place just so I could have an excuse to bring you a cup and talk to you.”

“That’s forty minutes out of the way.”

“I know. I’m like, borderline obsessed with you. You should be creeped out.” When the corners of your lips turned up at that, he broke out into a grin, and leaned forward to grab your face into his hands, forcing you to look at him. “What I’m saying is, I could never be disappointed by anything you do. If we have sex, and only whenever you’re ready for it, it’s going to be great for me no matter what. ‘Cause it means that I’m with you.”

Your head leaned against the palm of his hand, and he leaned forward to press a kiss to your lips, quick but loving.

“If you’re ever feeling stressed about these things, you need to just tell me. Don’t sulk, you shouldn’t be nervous about anything. Not with me. Got it?”

“Yeah,” you say quietly and his hands drop from his face, wrapping around your shoulders and pulling you to his side, your head falling onto his shoulder.

“Great. Now - which horror movie do you wanna watch? Halloween or Scream?”

#derek morgan x reader #derek morgan x you #derek morgan x y/n #derek morgan x inexperienced!reader #derek morgan #derek morgan blurb #derek morgan drabble #derek morgan fluff #derek morgan x reader fluff

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the-guilty-writer · 10 months

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The Faces of Emily Prentiss

Request from anon: Could I request Emily Prentiss & teen!daughter? Maybe Emily doesn’t notice how her daughter pulls back and keeps to herself more and more because she struggles with her mom being gone so much recently and school being a lot for her (procrastination, problems concentrating when worrying about her mom, …). You can do with this whatever you like Gill, I’m just excited to read more of yours 🥰

Emily Prentiss x daughter!reader (can be read as teen!reader)

Summary: reader’s grades have been slipping and it brings up many feelings between them and Emily.

A/N: Okay, wow, I did not expect for this fic to come out this long. Maybe I should write more mom!Emily because apparently it’s inspiring. Kinda angsty with a fluffy-ish ending. There were no places to put in pronouns, so even though it’s daughter!reader it can be read as teen!reader.

CW: brief mention of psych evaluation, Emily is an absent mother, one mention that Emily wears weapons, nickname for reader is “kiddo” (if you think you know why let me know and I’ll give you a pat on the back for the right answer), reader has hair but length is not specified.

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Manila, in your opinion, was the worst color. Not because of the color itself, but because of the things adorned with it - walls poorly painted by landlords, rags that should have been thrown out years ago, the hair of the snooty girls at school, the tug-of-war rope used in gym class that always burned your hands.

Folders.

If you could have tossed the one your teacher gave to you into the trash, you probably would have. I might as well, you thought to yourself. The thing was destined to get lost in the pile of similar ones on your mother’s desk. Would you rather go to a landfill, or sit with a bunch of cases on serial killers?

The folder, expectantly, didn’t respond. If it did, you would have been worried for your sanity. Then the next folder that landed on Emily Prentiss’s desk would have been a concerning psychiatric evaluation instead of your report card. At least with the evaluation she might have to pay a little more attention to you.

The door to your mother’s home office was always open. She locked you away from too many parts of her already - and even though she was well aware that some of the information in that room was supposed to stay classified - the idea of locking you out of a room that was in your own home, was too physical for her to bear. Not that she would ever tell you.

You knocked on the wood softly, though you didn’t know why. She wasn’t home. She was never home anymore; knocking was just a polite habit. You put your hand to the knob and swung open the door, then found yourself disappointed when she wasn’t asleep at her desk. Knocking wasn’t a polite habit; it was a hope that, for once, she would be there to answer. A hope that was far out of reach.

You put the report card folder on top of the stack, becoming just another document that had to be marked with the initials E.P. before it could be filed away.

In a house this big, the quiet should have been eerie, but it wasn’t. The quiet was normal. You sat down at the kitchen table and pulled out your phone, opening to your messages with your mom.

Badass Maman:

Hey, kiddo. Leaving for an emergency case. Be back soon. (Received 2 days ago)

You:

Okay. I love you. (Delivered 2 days ago)

Yep. Normal.

It was still that way an hour later when you did your homework, and when the nanny came to check on you. It was that way when you went to bed that night and woke up the next morning. Everything about it was normal.

You wished it wasn’t.

---

Phones weren’t allowed in classrooms, but they were allowed in the hallways. A familiar ding went off as you walked with your friend to second period math. Your friend pulled their phone from their pocket and frowned.

“Did something happen?” you asked.

They shook their head. “No notification.”

You pulled your phone out, and the world stopped entirely when you saw it was a message from your mom.

Badass Maman:

Flying home now. I’ll be back when you get home from school. I love you. (Received Now)

Relief flooded over you.

“Did something happen?” your friend asked.

“My mom is on her way home.” For the first time in days, you felt air could fill the entirety of your lungs. The million-mile-an-hour heart that was beating in your chest slowed to a regular pace. The tension in your too-tight shoulders loosened.

You:

Okay. I love you too. (Read Now)

---

You had all but forgotten about the manila folder holding your report card. It hadn’t crossed your mind since you placed it on your mother’s desk. You hadn’t bothered to look inside when you received it, too focused on the cursed cover to think about the letters inside.

When you unlocked the front door and stepped inside, you called out immediately for her. “Mom! I’m home!” but there was no answer. “Mom?”

It wasn’t unusual for her to fall asleep on the couch, waiting for you to get home from school after being sleep deprived for days. Still, the living room couch was void of any life. You turned to the kitchen, but found nobody there. So you made the walk to the only other place your mother might go in the house after a case: her office.

The door was half-way open, but still, you knocked. A polite habit.

She turned from her seat at her desk, took in the sight of you, and smiled. Within seconds you were wrapped in her arms. Your head landed on her shoulder, while she ran a gentle hand through your hair.

“God, I missed you, kiddo,” she said. The exhaustion in her voice contradicted the strength of her embrace.

“I missed you too, mom,” you whispered. She held you for a little longer than normal, and when she did let go, you couldn’t help but profile her a little.

There were three different faces Emily Prentiss wore:

The Agent Face: a raven-haired, modern fem fatale that runs off enough coffee to kill a small horse, she walks through bloody crime scenes unfazed. She’s a no-nonsense attitude dressed in heeled boots and a glock. With intelligence sharper than a blade and a smart-mouth to match, it’s only fitting that she works for one of the most elite units of the FBI.

The Emily Face: always classy with a little bit of fun sprinkled in. She’s got a wicked sense of humor, a brilliant laugh, and a bright smile to match. The kind of friend who is down for a night on the town or a quiet movie night. This, you know, is the face she wears outside of work, around her friends; you can only imagine what this face looked like before the agency, and before you.

The Mom Face: the one you see the most. It’s the face that can’t cook to save her life, though she tries very hard. The one that celebrates your ups and supports you in your downs. She’s started to find a few more gray hairs as you've grown older, but that’s to be expected from a strong woman raising a child alone. The only one of the faces that’s unsure about if she’s good enough; everything in you wants to tell her she is.

The face she wore right now, seemed to be a combination of all three. She hadn’t been home long enough to have changed from her work attire into a normal tee shirt and jeans. You could see the traces of mascara on her shoulder where either Penelope or JJ had needed a friend’s shoulder to cry on. The unsteadiness that crossed her expression only ever appeared when it came to parenting… when it came to you.

“There were kids, weren’t there?” you said. And though her past was full of secrets, she didn’t bother keeping this one in.

“There were,” she sighed. Once again, she brought her hand to your hair, as if she were trying to sooth herself with the texture of it while making sure that you were real. “But it’s over now.”

You didn’t know if that meant the case ended good or bad, and you were thankful that you weren’t a good enough profiler (yet) to read the answer in her expression. “I’m gonna finish up some work and then we can catch up, okay?”

You nodded. “Yeah. I’ll go do my homework.”

She pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead and you gave her a tight-lipped smile before she moved back to her desk and you moved towards the door.

“Open or closed?” you asked her, standing in the threshold.

“You can leave it open,” she replied.

It was her answer every time, but you still always asked. A polite habit.

---

Two hours later, you were still struggling through your math homework at the kitchen table and your mom was still in her office. Knuckles tightened around your pencil before you let it go with an exasperated sigh and crumbled up the loose leaf paper you were working on. You sifted through your notes, trying to find the formula, but you had either written it down incorrectly or not at all.

You pulled the textbook from your bag only to find that you’d forgotten to write down what section the class was studying. With your brain feeling fried inside your head, it made skimming through the chapter more difficult, and by the time you’d gotten to the end, you were no closer to figuring out the answer than when you started.

Fueled by frustration, a trail of French expletives left your mouth.

“Well, I’m glad you’re at least keeping up with your language studies.” You looked up to see your mom standing on the threshold of the kitchen.

Even in duck-print pajama pants, she still looked intimidating, leaning on one hip with her arms crossed over her chest. As soon as you noticed her stance, she began walking towards you, uncrossing her arms. In one of her hands was a dreaded manila folder. With the ease that only a master interrogator could have, she sat down at the table and pushed the folder towards you, opening it so you could see the grades inside.

You were sure the many files on her desk showed far more hellish images than your grades, but it even caught you off-guard to see that you were failing or close to failing every class. It dawned on you suddenly that your grades had been slipping, but you didn’t imagine that they had gone down so fast.

“I-” you started, but the shock was flooding you. Emily took the folder and closed it, pulling it out of your line of sight and snapping you back to reality. Your genuine reaction must have been enough to tell her that you were as unaware of the situation as she was.

“Kiddo,” she sighed. “What happened?”

Her voice and features softened - The Concerned Mother Face. It wasn’t one that appeared a lot… just when big things happened, like moving to a new country or faking both your deaths. That kind of stuff.

You shrugged helplessly. “I don’t know. This year has been…” With a shaky breath everything rose to the surface. “It’s hard to do things when I’m never sure if you’re dead or alive.”

A new face of Emily Prentiss formed in front of your tear-filled eyes. This one was vastly different from the others. It was exhausted from sleepless nights in random police stations across the country, when all she wanted was to be home; it was pain-filled from every wound she wore on her body that she insisted she didn’t need help cleaning; and it was that of a mother who had just brought home a newborn, with no clue as to how she was supposed to raise an innocent being into a human.

She said no words, only embraced you. After the familiar comfort of her arms calmed you, you went to pull away. She didn’t let you go. A spot on your shoulder had become wet with her tears. You held her tighter, and when a sob racked through her weary body, you hummed the tune of the ballad she used to sing you as a little girl.

Only when she began to sing the words of the song, you knew it would be okay. Only then, you could be sure that Emily Prentiss - the smartest, strongest, bravest person you had ever known - wouldn’t fall apart if you let go.

In French just as smooth as her English, she began to whisper the rhyme. A dozen times you had wondered why that was the primary tongue she chose to raise you with. You were passable in Spanish and Arabic, but it was the language of love that your mother had wanted you to speak fluently.

That reason was good enough.

The song came to an end and she pulled away to look at you, caressing your cheek with a gentle hand. “I’m sorry,” she said.

You shook your head. “You don’t have anything to be sorry about, mom. You save people.”

Emily sighed. “But I can do better letting you know that I’m safe. I can at least find time to make sure to answer your texts.” You looked down, feeling the slightest bit guilty. But your mom wasn’t a profiler for nothing. “Don’t you do that,” she said sternly - The Agent Face.

“But-”

“No buts. It’s you and me. It’s always been you and me.” A sneaky smile escaped from her lips. “Plus I promised myself I wouldn’t be like your grandmother and put my job in front of my children.”

That had the both of you giggling - The Emily Face.

She pulled you back into her arms, stroking a gentle hand through your hair. “I love you, kiddo.” - The Mother Face.

“I love you too, mom.”

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Boy Wonder and the Rockstar | s.r

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summary: Things start to get a little tense when Y/N and Spencer have to come face to face to find the person who wants to hurt her, but a clue leads to the total breakdown of everything.

general warnings: this series contains topics such as mentions of death, alcohol, drugs, strong vocabulary, as well as talk of heartbreak, disappointment and arguments. It also contains content regarding CM season 13, so it clearly contains spoilers.

chapter warnings: this chapter contains strong language, confrontations, mentions of murder, among other similar things. this is a spencer reid x famous!reader story.

words: 4,380 words.

a/n: hi guys, after days there's finally a new chapter of boy wonder and the rockstar, yay. sorry for the delay but it's been weeks without creativity, but finally i can upload a decent chapter. sorry if it's a bit (too) dramatic, but put yourselves in y/n's shoes, ok? this chapter has strong confrontations and a little bit of plot change, but don't worry, in the next chapter everything will calm down, trust me. thanks in advance for the love and also for the support for the previous chapters, see ya!

𝟎.𝟑: 𝐒𝐒𝐀 𝐃𝐫. 𝐑𝐞𝐢𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫 𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐧.

Sometimes, our mind plays tricks on us, like remembering those embarrassing moments in life, but not remembering the formula to do an equation; remembering what that person told you and that marked you forever, but not remembering what your mother asked you to do.

Sometimes, also, destiny plays tricks on us.

Those times when you ask, please, that the earth swallow you up and spit you out anywhere else but there, that it take you to the deepest part of the planet and disappear until everyone forgets you exist.

I think that concept was the exact way to describe what Y/N and Spencer were experiencing after coming face to face, after 15 years.

On the one hand, the astonishment of the girl's friends and on the other, the confusion of the boy's friends.

Face to face, facing the reunion and the various emotions they experienced from head to toe.

"Reid, do you two know each other?" Emily's voice made them both turn in her direction, but Spencer without even being able to bring himself to answer, the words were snatched from his mouth and taken up by the opposite.

"It's not something I'm interested in being honest, but us knowing each other doesn't affect the investigation, does it?"

Bang, first bullet.

"No, it doesn't affect."

Spencer glanced in the blonde's direction, crossing glances again for the second time that day.

That warm look she always gave him when they met had become the iciest anyone had ever given him.

Bang, second bullet.

"Miss Autumn... Or Y/N?"

"I'm both, I don't mind being called one way or the other." The girl looked in the direction of the group of people, who were watching her trying to decipher where she and the tall one knew each other from. To divert attention, she changed the subject. "Please sit down, I feel a little embarrassed that you are up and we are sitting down." Commented the girl.

The group of people settled around the four individuals seated on the large couch.

But Spencer's eyes did not move from the girl, who stirred uneasily in her seat.

Y/N was more nervous about the presence of the man she hadn't seen in years than about what had just happened a couple of hours ago.

Her hands were shaking, her heart was pounding in the bottom of her chest, she was out of breath and her mouth felt dry, as if she had run a marathon.

She knew that at some point she would meet that boy, the thing is she didn't think it would be so soon. The situation they were in wasn't the best, and even less so with the context behind it, but clearly fate didn't care what was happening and made them meet despite Y/N's prayers not to meet the one-who-must-not-be-named again.

Spencer looked more mature, even though he was always mature for his age. She remembered that he used to do the fee slip for some older friends that Y/N used to have, plus he knew how to think maturely regarding his decisions; not like her, who chose her hair color based on which box of dye was cheapest in the market, but Spencer always said she looked good in any color.

"Miss Y/N." The woman's lost gaze went in the direction of the blonde girl speaking to her, blinking quickly to focus.

"Yes? Sorry, I was just thinking..." Her gaze went from side to side, noting that they were expectant of her answer. "Excuse me, what was the question?"

A sigh came out of Tyler's mouth, who was leaning against the back of the couch. One thing the guitarist hated was the police, more so the feds so, them being there was not at all to his liking.

"I was asking what you did prior to you getting the box."

"Oh yeah, well we were coming from a sound check of the venue where we would be performing. We did that and then we would go to lunch, but before that we were going to stop by the hotel for a change of clothes. I walked into the front desk and was talking to Felix, but before I got on the elevator the receptionist told me that a package had arrived in my name." The girl let out a soft sigh, refocusing on her story. "I wasn't surprised that a package would suddenly arrive, usually information about where you are and who you're with usually travels faster than light, plus it's not the first time it's happened to me."

"What do you mean it's not the 'first time it's happened to you'?" J.J. asked again.

"Well, usually brands contact the band's marketing people days in advance to find out where we are to send packages, to use at concerts or interviews as part of the publicity. It's not the first time a brand has sent a package to a hotel for us to receive." Suddenly, Y/N's face became a bit of an enigma to people. "Even though I was surprised that it was addressed to me, usually they tend to address it to Gerald because he is the manager, they don't usually expose our personal information because of possible leaks."

"That's true, they always send packages in my name by protocol, it's part of the contract that is signed with the brand at the time of sending it." Gerald stated.

"So them sending packages in your name is not a normal thing, is it?" asked Emily.

"That's right, there are usually packages that come with letters inside that indicate who they are addressed to, you know... 'Dear Autumn or Dear Paradox'." Spencer's gaze went in the direction of the pictures in the package and then to the girl in front of him, who looked distracted at the rings on her fingers.

None looked like a wedding or engagement ring, Spencer thought.

Even though that thought quickly faded, it was unprofessional to think about it when a madman was after her and sending her ghoulish gifts.

"So the person thinks they're close to you, or they're a person from the past who was close to you." Commented Tara, who simply kept leaning against a wall.

"It's kind of hard, a lot of the people who were close to me suddenly cut off contact or are stuck with me, like this group." A fake laugh escaped Y/N's lips, glancing in the direction of Reid, who was lowering his gaze.

Bang, final punchline.

"Thank you, miss. We know it's important information you've just given us, but we'll still have to conduct an interrogation with all of you separately." Before anyone could protest, Emily continued. "This way we can rule them out as suspects, we know they wouldn't hurt Y/N, but this way we can start working quickly and efficiently to find the culprit, before it gets any bigger."

"What do you mean by 'bigger'?"

Y/N looked in the direction of the woman in the suit, who simply let out a sigh.

"That it might come to hurt someone in your circle or... you."

All the air in Y/N's throat shot out, feeling her insides stir at what the woman had just said.

They could hurt her friends just by being friends with her, the only family she had left just by being close to her.

"Thank you agents." Gerald stood up as he pulled his phone out of his pocket, he had to warn the management straight about the risk of the tour at this point.

This was a disaster, a complete disaster.

It had been a couple of hours since the agents had set up at the hotel.

Since that couple of hours, Spencer had not been able to cross a single word with Y/N.

It wasn't because they wouldn't let him, on the contrary, he'd had plenty of opportunities to do so.

But the words in his throat wouldn't come out, it was as if they were trapped and his brain wasn't working at all.

"How do you know Autumn, Boy wonder?"

Penelope's voice snapped Spencer out of his chimera.

"What are you talking about, Garcia?"

"Don't try to fool me, it's clear you two go way back. You knew who she was with just a glance and she confirmed it, even though you'd never seen who it was. You didn't even react when we saw her pictures at Quantico, you didn't seem to know who she was until she spoke here, so tell me now, how do you know her?"

The woman's hands went to her hips, implementing pressure to get Spencer to talk about what was going on.

Y/N and Spencer were a couple of feet away, but they seemed like they were miles apart.

"It's a long story." Spencer began.

"If you don't tell me, I'll investigate under my own steam and believe me now that Hotch is gone, I'm not going to stop."

"Well, Y/N and I have known each other since college. We were friends for a long time, exactly three years..." A long sigh took hold of Reid, who felt all the memories together fall like an avalanche of sensations and emotions, just like how it was when he was in college. "I think he was one of the few people who put up with me during this time and who supported me the most. But when I was accepted to the academy I promised not to cut off contact with her when I moved to Virginia..."

"So what happened, why did it seem like running into you is the most horrendous thing that ever happened to her, even though she got a human finger this morning?" Penelope's own questions were answered as she looked at Spencer's embarrassed face. "Don't tell me that... Oh no, Spencer."

"I stopped responding to her letters within a month of arriving in Virginia, cut off all contact with her."

It seemed that admitting it made the pain stronger and stronger, like a stake through his stomach and his whole body.

"Why, Spence, why did you do that?"

"Well, the truth is-"

"Guys, there's security camera footage. Penelope we need you."

They both looked at each other before they could make their way to where everyone was.

They were all standing around the computer, where it was clear on the monitor screen as someone dressed as a courier dropped off the box, then handed a receipt to the receptionist and quickly left. Fast forwarding the recording, the moment where the band enters and the package is handed over can be seen.

"Well, the girl gets the package and then asks a question." Luke spoke aloud.

"She probably asks who sent it or who delivered it, to make sure it's for her." J.J. replied back.

"And then she goes to the elevator, the doors close and then..." The recording switches to the one in the hallway where the group is seen exiting the elevator heading to one of the hotel's private rooms. The new image is seen in the boardroom, where everyone is seen sitting around chatting and the woman opening the box.

The scene seemed orchestrated for a key scene in a horror movie: the girl screaming, holding her hands to her mouth and the others seeing the inside of the box, Felix trying to calm Y/N down, Tyler running out of the room, Gerald calling mortified to what appeared to be the police and Shawn calling on the phone in the room to what would be reception. In a quick lapse, the amount of people running in and out of the room is seen, leading people outside to leave the scene as close to what had just happened and soon stops when the police arrive, who do the procedure when faced with such situations.

"The group enters the room, Y/N opens the box, yells and soon everyone takes different stances with what they just saw, but no one touches the box except for Y/N..." Rossi watches Penelope replay the recording from the beginning, from receiving the package.

"I think it's common sense seeing that, I wouldn't touch a box with a human finger too." Garcia replied to Rossi.

Spencer watched everything in extreme detail, trying to figure out what he was missing. There was something that didn't add up to him, as if it was all set up to happen that way.

"Doesn't it look to you like everything was perfectly organized?" Spencer's voice made everyone turn to him. "Like everything all of a sudden was made to run like that, like that person wanted us to see what happened, every single thing that happened while we got there."

Every single movement of the band was on camera, from their departure from the hotel in the morning to their arrival at lunchtime; from when, Y/N, they received the package to when they opened it, what everyone in the band was doing at the time of the event and even after the event, every single movement was monitored by the cameras, every single one of them.

"It's as if that person knew their routine to the letter, every single schedule and activity..." At the time, all BAU members had one person in mind, the only person who could know every detail about them was the one who lived 24/7 with them.

"Thanks, big G." Y/N received the coffee between her hands, drinking it from the makeshift interrogation room. The five of them were looking at each other, trying to understand what they were doing there and how they had gotten there.

"I don't understand why they have us here, we haven't done anything. We've already told our story a bunch of times and to different people, what the fuck are they waiting for to free us? A divine miracle? For this crazy guy to come and turn himself in?" Tyler was the most dismayed at that moment, at any moment he was going to explode against anyone who stood in front of him.

"Stop it, Tyler. We're not getting anything out of your shitty attitude, they're shuffling through every possibility to rule us out of being a crazed psychopath out to hurt Y/N." Shawn gently patted Tyler to try to calm him down, but it seemed to have made him more prone to explode. "The more we help on this, the faster we can get out here and have a good nap."

"Shawn's right, guys. Let's try to make it easier for the agents to investigate, so we can get on with the tour as soon as possible." Gerald finished with his pack of gummies, tossing the wrapper in the trash.

"What did the bosses say regarding this?" Y/N's words made Gerald let out a sigh, sitting back in the chair where he was.

"As long as this won't calm down and that none of us were in danger, the tour will have to be paused or at worst, cancelled."

A wave of protests came out of the band's mouths, causing Gerald to have to pound the table to calm them down.

"Cancel it, G? We haven't been on stage for two years and to suddenly cancel it, our sales will go down." Tyler vociferated, rising from his seat.

"What's going to happen to the fans? We're going to disappoint them if we cancel it just like that, they've waited for four years for new music and two for a tour, are they going to keep us on indefinite hiatus again? You know how long we've waited for a tour, they know the level of fans we manage worldwide." Y/N was next to rant, bringing one of her hands to her hair to comb it.

"Can't you tell your fed friend to help us hurry this up?"

A current of electricity coursed through every part of Y/N's anatomy, who turned to look at Tyler for his words.

"No."

Y/N's words were harsher than breaking a diamond in two, causing the guitarist to raise his hands in a symbol of peace.

"Let's try to stay calm, guys. Let's not lose our peace, this will work out, I read that the BAU is one of the most prestigious groups in the FBI, they'll be able to solve this problem before this goes any bigger." Felix turned in Y/N's direction, giving her hand a gentle squeeze and invited her to sit next to him.

The silence and calm didn't last long as Spencer and Emily entered the room, along with two police officers.

"Officers, are you bringing news?" Shawn asked, before he could watch as the officers approached Gerald's chair.

"Mr. Gerald Murphy, you are under arrest for being the prime suspect in the crime committed-" Emily's voice made all four of them stand up from where they were.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Felix was the first to react, trying to stop them from slapping handcuffs on the oldest of them all.

"What are you talking about, he didn't do anything! Gerald!" Y/N's loud voice made Emily's voice sound in the background, which recited the rights he had and escorted him out of the room. "Gerald! Please!"

"Hey! You sons of bitches, he had nothing to do with it!" Tyler went after them, along with Shawn who had him by the hip so he wouldn't throw himself at them.

"Shawn, call corporate! This is a misunderstanding, calm down." Slowly, Gerald's voice became more and more distant.

"Gerald! Please, he didn't do anything!" Y/N was more agile than the officers, so she quickly wriggled out of their grip.

She still didn't get very far when familiar hands held her back from going outside, where a group of paparazzi were waiting for some action for the morning news.

"'Stop it, Y/N... Enough fighting." Spencer's voice made her fidget, trying to get out of his grip, but starting to tire after a few struggles.

"Let go of me, Reid. Stay out of it, he didn't do anything." The girl's slender hands went to the chestnut's wrists, making them downward to signal him to let go.

When the boy released her, it made Y/N turn in his direction.

She was angry.

No.

She was furious, her face was red with rage and her voice was shaking.

"What's the matter with you people!? You just took away an innocent person."

"The evidence places you as the possible perpetrator, Y/N." Spencer was trying to sound calm, occupying his most professional voice in front of the girl.

"What the fuck are you talking about! He was with us when I got the package! And the last two months since he started the tour! We would have noticed if it had been him." Y/N's hand movements indicated desperation and exaltation, Spencer could tell with her body language.

"Have you been with him in the moments he's been missing to do unofficial things? Or in the spare moments between rehearsals?"

Y/N's voice was replaced by silence, leaving the most obvious answer in evidence.

"That person can be dangerous, Y/N."

"Then why didn't he ever do anything to me? Why didn't he ever do anything to us?" Y/N folded her arms, still wearing that annoyed expression on her face.

"Because I use decoys to take out his anger."

"What do you mean, a-are there more people besides Bruno?" Her voice trembled at the recent news, bringing her hands to her face as she realized Spencer's facial expression hadn't changed at all at the bad news.

"At least eleven cases have been linked, Y/N."

There's that scary expression again, Spencer thought.

Y/N had to brace herself against a wall to keep from losing her balance, feeling a sensation rise from the pit of her stomach to her throat.

Even though he was aware of what was happening, there was one thing that was clear to him.

"Gerald wasn't, Spencer. I can bet my voice on it, he's innocent."

"Y/N, the evidence-"

"Fuck the evidence, Spencer! He didn't do it! He wouldn't be able to! He bet his whole career on a broke shitty band, he bet his life on us." Small salty tears began to fall down the cheeks of the girl, who faced the young man. "Someone who bet his life, his career, his fate on a band with no future couldn't do that."

"Y/N..."

"No, Spencer! He wasn't, that's my final word." The petite girl's small body walked past the taller one, bumping her shoulder against the other's arm as she left the scene.

"Please, Y/N, listen to me."

Despite Reid's long legs, he wasn't able to catch up to the young blonde who was disappearing inside the elevator.

Everyone's attention was around the heated exchange of words between the two, it was impossible to let go of the situation they had just witnessed and even more so with the end of it.

The man leaned against a wall, letting out a heavy sigh before he could turn around inside the room where his companions were.

"Spence, everything okay?" J.J approached his best friend, who looked somewhat upset from what had just happened.

"Everything's fine, J.J. She was upset about the situation that just happened." He commented giving a long sigh, looking in the direction of the elevator door where the girl had just disappeared. "It's all right, okay?"

A new silence surrounded them with the people in the place, watching each other's faces for the next move they were going to make. Spencer was touchy, everyone knew the singer was detonating something even they didn't know if they could handle, a side of Spencer they had never seen.

"Excuse me, Dr. Reid?"

The brown-haired man's gaze went in the direction of the door, where the boy they identified as Shawn was standing.

"Can we talk?"

The cigarette between Y/N's fingers was burning away as time went by. The icy wind on the terrace gave her goose bumps, but she tried to forget the event that had just happened.

They had arrested her only remaining family, accusing him of being the person who might be sending her those horrible obsessive messages and also accusing him of possibly hurting her.

Along with this, she had just run into the person she thought she had forgotten after 15 years and would now have to be with him behind 24/7.

Footsteps sounded behind her, causing her to let out a whimper and, without looking back, she blurted out.

"Felix, please. I want to be alone, what part of that don't you understand?"

The smoke in her lungs choked when she heard the answer.

"I don't think it's a good idea to be alone on a rooftop, Y/N."

The girl's body turned, watching the tall man behind her. He had his hands in his pockets and had that look on his face that made her get on her knees.

"Least I want to see you, Reid. It's already too much to share with you for the last few hours." She commented sullenly, taking one last puff on her cigarette and flicked it to the ground, stomping on it with the toe of her boot.

The contrarian's arms crossed her chest, starting to walk in the direction of the door that divided them from the elevator and the terrace.

"Y/N, listen to me." Spencer's hand caught one of the girl's arms, causing her to turn sharply to push him away.

"I have nothing to hear from you, Spencer. Unless it's to get Gerald released."

"Gerald may be the person who wants to hurt you, Y/N. I'm doing this to protect you."

"Protect me or make a wash of your image?"

"You know better than that, I would never do anything like that."

"How can I believe you? Liars don't change, Spencer. Do me a favor and let me go."

Y/N's attempt to flee had been interrupted, again, by the older man who wouldn't let go of her arm.

"Please, you have to listen to me."

"No Spencer. It's been long enough that we could talk, and now I have to listen to you because you want me to? What's happen with me, I have to ignore the fact that you didn't contact me for 15 years and now I have to act like we're lifelong friends? No Spencer, it won't happen."

"Y/N, this goes beyond that, it's import-"

"Important? This is more important than you erasing the idea that I ever existed? That we ever had such a strong friendship? That I supported you in every way you could think of, what about me, Spencer? Do I also have to forget all the damage you did to me when you disappeared? It's not fair." Y/N's cheeks burned, all the pent up anger she was going to take out on him. "It was always 'Spencer this, Spencer that' you, you and you. For once, in your life, stop thinking about yourself and think about me, for once in your fucking life!"

"Things aren't the way you think, stop imagining things that aren't."

"Then how were they? Explain to me how things were. Go ahead."

The atmosphere between the two was so tense that they could cut it with a knife, as if suddenly all time stopped for both of them.

Spencer had a chance to redeem his mistake, to prove that the reason things were done this way was not because of his own arrogance, but to protect her. To prove the point of his absence for so long, of cutting off contact so suddenly, that he had done things right and always, always, thinking of her.

But he didn't.

"It's not the place and time to do it, Y/N."

Spencer could see the hint of illusion Y/N had in her eyes fade, as her pupils went completely black and on her face neutrality returned.

"Right, because for you it's never the place and time to do it, Spencer." Before she could turn around, she came back to face him one last time. "The day you have enough pants to face the problem, that day talk to me but for now, don't you dare cross me unless it's to get Gerald back here."

For the second time that day, Spencer watched Y/N's blonde hair disappear behind the metal doors.

Just like the last scent of their past together.

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ssa-atlas-alvez · 1 year

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Mama’s Boy (BAU x cowboy!reader)

Follows almost directly after this one

Warnings: Brief mentions of murder and kidnapping (super brief), a man tries to intimidate a woman, that’s about it. Oh, some swearing. Taglist: @xweirdo101x @xdark-acadamiax @ara-a-bird @heidss @chubbyboyinflannel @pendragon-writes @migwayne @bigolgay @technikerin23 @supercriminalbean @honestlycasualarcade @caffeine-mess @1s3v3n1 @oddmiles @kevyeen @stealing-kneecaps @criminalskies

“Hey man, you okay?” Morgan asked as you walked towards him, it was just the pair of you at the moment, the others in various offices and break rooms.

“They asked if I was flirtin’ with ‘em. They asked like yesterday before I ya know, nearly ran a man over with my drivin’ skills, but it’s been playin’ on my mind since,” You said, turning to Morgan, “I’m a tad concerned I’ve made ‘em uncomfortable,”

"Who, JJ and Emily?" When you nod, he continues, "Did they tell you that?"

"Well, no,"

"Trust me, they'll let you know if you make them uncomfortable." You nod at Morgan’s words, he'd been on the team a lot longer than you had, chances are, he knows what he's talking about.

Garcia walks in, flapping a folder in the air, “We’ve got a case!”

You and Morgan looked at each other with a small huff before standing up and following Garcia into the roundtable room.

It appeared to be a typical case for the BAU, low risk victims with classic signs of sadism. Young women were being targeted, all with blonde hair and blue eyes.

With the eventual announcement of 'wheels up on thirty', you all split up to get ready. Soon enough, you sat with the rest of the team on the jet.

"JJ, (Y/N), I want you both to head to the station, start setting up," Hotch began, "Reid, Morgan, Emily head to the first crime scene. Rossi, you and I will head to the latest crime scene."

You and JJ headed to the station when you landed, you ensuring to drive safely.

"I'm Sheriff Daniels," Is what you were greeted with, followed by a firm handshake. You gave a tight grin as JJ introduced herself before you.

"Pleasure to meet you," You say politely. The sheriff was a good looking man, strong jawline, chiselled face, and it appeared that he worked out.

"You guys can all work in here, we had it cleared for you." Daniels said, "Where is everyone else?"

"At various crime scenes," You answered, Daniels hummed slightly, staring at JJ as he did so.

"I'll let you do what it is that you do," Daniels said before he left the pair of you.

"I'm going to get started on setting up," You said.

"I'll catch the Sheriff up with what we think so far," JJ replied, you nodded.

"A'right, I'll be here if you need me," JJ gives you a small smile before she heads back over to the Sheriff.

You look at the board in front of you as you start placing photos and notes on the board from things discussed on the journey here. Looking up, you see JJ talking to the Sheriff and something sour settles in your stomach. They weren't too far from you, the room was rather large, but you couldn't quite make out what they were saying.

Before you can contemplate this idea, you see him take a threatening step towards her as he growls something to her and you're quick to act.

“Sir, you need to take a step back, that is no way to talk to a lady.” You said, stepping in front of JJ, the man glared at you as he took a small step back. “Thank you. Now, if it’s sumthin’ you need to say, you’re gonna say it again, this time a lil’ nicer. If it’s not necessary, you’re gonna turn around and walk away.”

Daniels glared at you for a moment, you subconsciously square your shoulders, before he turned and left the room.

"Thanks for that," She says, giving a small smile.

"Any time," You reply with a nod before you turn back to the board, an uncomfortable feeling in your chest when you realise how similar JJ looked to these victims.

The team arrived not too long after that. Another body was reported the next morning and another girl went missing. Luckily, you had enough for a profile. Soon enough, the case was finished and you were all sat back on the jet. You sat at the back, leaning against the chair as you sighed deeply, giving JJ (who was sat opposite you) a small smile. Man, your job was exhausting.

“I’m going to make a drink, do you want anything?” JJ asks, you go to answer but are cut off by the ringing of your phone. Making her way to the ‘kitchen’ of the jet, JJ decides to give you a bit of privacy for your phone call.

“Hi Mama,” You answer, “Just finished a case. Yes, Mama I’m gettin’ ‘nough sleep. I’m eatin’ well, yes Ma’am… Mama, don’t worry, I’ll be there, Hotch gave me the time off-” Your jaw snapped shut as your mother began to lecture you.

The team all looked up, turning to you concerned at the muffled yelling coming from your phone. “Mama I'm not being rude.” Your voice echoed throughout the jet, “Mama he told me to call him Hotch. Ma I promise-” You sat silently, listening to your Mama lecturing you, you looked up, seeing your team all staring at you. You give a small smile before turning to Hotch. “Hotch? My Mama wants to speak to you…”

Hotch gave you a confused look as he plucked the phone from your hand, “Mrs (L/N)? Hi, ma'am,” There was a small pause, “I can assure you your son isn't being rude.” You blushed lightly as Emily and Morgan turned to you with a grin, “No ma'am. I told him to call me that.”

Hotch passed the phone back over to you, “She wants to speak to you again,”

“Hi Mama,” You greet, putting the phone back against your ear. “I told you-” You paused, “No, ma’am I certainly did not try n take a tone with you, sorry ma’am… Yes ma’am… Okay, speak to you later, Mama, love ya, bye.”

“Someone got lectured by his Mama,” Morgan teased, you blushed slightly.

“My Mama thought I was being rude to Hotch,”

“We gathered,” Emily grinned.

You rub your temples slightly, “Thank you, Hotch, you saved my sorry ass,”

Hotch turned to you, “You kiss your mother with that mouth?”

“Y’all are having way too much fun with this…” You mumbled, rubbing the back of your neck with your hand.

Eventually, the rest of the team lost interest and JJ slid back into her seat.

“You’re a Mama’s boy,” JJ grinned, handing you a coffee. “A total Mama’s boy as well,”

“I can’t even deny it, can I?”

“You wouldn’t have a leg to stand on if you do,”

“You’re lucky I love you Ms Jareau because if it were any other person, I would have cried by now,” JJ tilts her head as laughs, you find yourself studying her, her eyes - they way they get the slightest of creases when she laughs, her cheeks, her jawline, her everything. You manage a small chuckle (when you remember how to breathe).

Shit.

#bau x cowboy reader #bau x male reader #bau x reader #cowboy reader #x cowboy reader #male!reader #male reader #x male reader #reader #x reader #derek morgan #spencer reid #Jennifer Jareau #emily prentiss #aaron hotchner #david rossi #Penelope Garcia

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ithaquasbbg · 5 months

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Hello! could you do Ganji, Norton and Naib reacting to their s/o getting in a spat with another survivor (of your choice) and the other survivor ends up punching them? :D

Oooh fun request! Ty :))

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Ganji, Norton and Naib when their partner gets in a fight

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Pairings: Ganji x reader, Norton x reader and Naib x reader

Tw: Some blood mentions (bloody nose) and that’s it

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Ganji

|⚾️| He probably wouldn’t know what to think at first, how had a fight even started in the first place?

|⚾️| Ganji doesn’t strike me as the type to step in unless it’s completely necessary, and he will step in as soon as the fight escalates to that point

|⚾️| Takes you to Emily so she can check and make sure your nose isn’t broken, getting you a tissue if you have a nosebleed, ect.

|⚾️| If it was a stupid argument, he’d do all of this while giving you the silent treatment, with a few “what were you thinking?” And other scolding occasionally

|⚾️| If it wasn’t a stupid argument, he’d probably be much more visibly concerned for you, and voices it more as well.

|⚾️| After the fight, he’d probably make sure to give the other survivor some mean looks, or keep them as far away from you as possible.

“Your shirt is all bloody, (Name).” Ganji mumbles, handing you a few more tissues for your nosebleed. “Thank you.” You respond, sitting in awkward silence for a moment until Ganji takes off his shirt, handing it to you. “Take it, (Name), it will probably be more comfortable than your shirt right now.”

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Norton

|🧲| He probably steps in the second he sees something happening, but cannot stop the damage that has already been done. Unfortunately, you’ve already been punched

|🧲| Norton is definitely pissed with the other survivor, but doesn’t do anything to them since he wants to help you first.

|🧲| Takes you to somewhere quieter so he can bring you some ice for where you got punched

|🧲| Due to how he was treated before coming to the manor, it’s no surprise he knows how to deal with injuries that come from punches

|🧲| It doesn’t matter if it was a stupid fight or not, he’ll be whispering curses about the other survivor for hours

|🧲| Definitely more protective of you around them from that point on, even if the two of you apologize to each other.

You feel Norton’s grip on your hand tighten as you pass the survivor you got in a fight with weeks ago. “That son of a bitch.” He whispers, which causes you to laugh “Norton, it’s fine, we’re not mad at each other anymore.” He doesn’t seem to agree that it’s fine, and simply gives the other survivor a glare and walks away with your hand still in his grasp.

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Naib

|🤎| He’d have no problem stepping in and whipping the other persons ass more than they did yours. After years as a mercenary, he most definitely knows how to throw some good punches

|🤎| The moment his attention is back on you though, he’s like an entirely different person.

|🤎| Super gentle with patching up the injuries you may have even if you aren’t in a lot of pain

|🤎| Even though he’s gentle with you, he’s definitely going to scold you quite a bit for getting into a fight in the first place, no matter what caused it

|🤎| He has a tendency to be a quite protective lover similar to Norton, but his presence is definitely much more noticeable to the other survivor

|🤎| Before every match you have with that survivor now on, he’ll make sure they don’t treat you badly, threatening the other if they do

“(Name), hold still so the blood doesn’t get everywhere.” Naib scolds, gently holding a tissue to your bleeding nose as you groan. “I’m not some child, Naib, I can do it myself!” The mercenary scoffs and simply keeps on holding the tissue to your nose “And yet you got into a fight like one.”

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This was fun to write, thank you for the request! I’m sorry it took a long time to get done 🥹

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New character charts!!!

Edit: Added new info to Lash's section + Added a link to Emmie's section.

They're here!!! The only new info is in the charts themselves btw, the long text under this is the same, except very minor changes. I just thought it would be better than having to go to the old charts to read all of this.

Emmie: She's now officially the one and only Tube Baby of the group!!! I imagine Tails will later use the big fucking tube in his lab, just not for any of the kids in this group (here's three posts about it: First, second, third).

Just to quickly mention it, her full name is Emily, however, everyone in her life just calls her Emmie, because, according to her, 'it goes with her vibe' (first talked about here + in universe explanation here).

She has Black Arms DNA, and although it's uncertain how it affects her, they (Emmie and her dads) know she has green Black Arms blood (shown here) and has access to the hivemind, which as a baby she used to communicate with Shadow (here), but as she grew older she stopped using it, and now finds it harder to access to it.

She also, of course, has Chaos Energy. She can perform Chaos Control (in this one) and turn Super (that second thing they don't know until she's a teenager, shown in this comic). She also has all the abilities Sonic and Shadow share (such as spindash).

Sparks: Like I've said before, Sparks is a Belly Baby, Blaze carried (here's context).

Sparks has fire powers, similar to Blaze's, though they find it a bit harder to control. They get Blaze and Espio's help to learn to use said powers, since they require a lot of concentration. Also, again, like Blaze, they can turn into Burning Sparks (here), but that form is more unstable and drains their energy pretty fast.

I am also taking this space to clarify this about the entire family (including Tulip). Since Blaze is a princess, Amy, Sparks and Tulip do acquire royalty related titles, however, they're very informal and don't hold that much power, since Blaze didn't want them to have any responsability simply because they're related to her. So they're royalty just by name.

Lash: Another Belly Baby, your local surprise baby representation.

Like is said in her chart, her main ability is acrobatics. She also has some sort of super speed but she doesn't rely much on it.

It's not said in her chart but she has both mommy and daddy issues and is often at Aim's house. The first time she stepped into that home and Tangle and Whisper welcomed she immediately felt glued to that family (here).

She also has two younger siblings, Strike and Decay (post introducing them here), and at first she didn't have that much of a relationship with, since they're younger than her and closer to each other, and since Lash spends a lot of time away from home, however, she eventually steps in and tries to be a part of her siblings' lifes as their parents' should've been.

Aim: I finally decided that he's also a Belly Baby, mostly because the timing didn't add up, since him and Emmie are the same age and there's only one Baby Making Tube.

Like it says in their chart, he does archery, which is his main fighting technique, however, during battle they also use their tail to move around faster (otherwise he just keeps it under his cloak) and teams up with Whisper's wisps in very rare occasions.

He does not speak, unlike Whisper who simply speaks quietly. Aim doesn't speak at all, but everyone around him eventually just finds a way to understand him (because I think it's funny). He very usually is the braincell carrier of the group.

Bria: Bria's a Belly Baby as well, it just felt like something Sonia would want.

They don't have any special ability, but they did learn martial arts as a way of self defense, consdering the group of people she often is surrounded by.

Even though Bria's hard of hearing, his biggest passion is music (over being a hero). She plays piano and guitar.

He's also the extrovert of the group. The loudest and friendliest there is. (Should I also add they're Emmie's cousin?)

Tulip: I was a bit more indecisive with him, but in the end I decided to also make him a Belly Baby, because otherwise it felt weird for that to be the one thing he has in common with Emmie. (In-universe explanation here!)

He hasn't shown any special ability yet -he's the youngest of the group though, being only ten years old-, so he isn't allowed to be around the other kids when there's danger, however, he's very sneaky and often gets things to work in his favor anyways. He does have an interest in tarot though, thanks to Amy, and he also shows to have an impressive intuition.

When he's not around Sparks he is often found next to Big, probably complaining to him about something.

Destiny: One and only Code Baby!! She's basically made from the same programming as Nicole, but more advanced and sophisticated.

Being an AI herself, she can hack robots and similar things, which helps during battle. They can also get into anyone's computer if they want to (they rarely do).

She usually takes the leader role very naturally, immediately making a plan on the spot and guiding the rest of the group. However, she's quite shy (even while being an extrovert. This forms a bit of a problem for her, wanting to be around people but being too shy to do it). Her more confident side mainly showing when assuming the role of the leader. She has great friends tho, who encourage to speak up and lead:]

Spades: She's a belly baby just because of the timeline, there simply wasn't a way without changing her age to make it make sense for her to be a Tube Baby -and I like her being 16-. Unfortunately I backed myself into a corner here JSKDJSKFJWKFKS I don't have many details on how she came to be because, guess what!! There's no real way for her to be the way she is the way I want it to happen:]]] So let's just use our imagination and say that it's possible for two amab people to have a kid who's biologically related to both of them because this is a world where magic color changing hedgehogs are a thing so this isn't super crazy, okay? Okay.

Like I said in this post, Spades has trajectory manipulation, so basically she will never miss her target, and can move away whatever is thrown at her, so that's pretty handy:] She also trains with Espio, so she has a lot of his abilities. She doesn't really want to be a ninja but has many of the skills.

She's the mom of the group!!! And the braincell carrier. She is very sweet and caring, but also quiet and calculating. Her strategy is the best, and her stoic appareance makes her look a bit threatening, but she's actually a total sweetheart!!

Also about swimming!! She really likes it because she finds it relaxing. You can't hear anything underwater so she likes to close her eyes and just swim around.

She gets along with everyone in the group, but is usually hanging out with Aim and Lash:)

And that's it for the individual kids!!

Here's some other links of interest:

-1. Character reference sheets for all the fankids, including a height chart.

-2. Voice claims!!!

-3. The old charts!!

-4. Ideas for weapons:)

#sonic fankid #sonic fanchild #sonic oc #sonic au #live & learn au #Emmie the Hedgehog #Sparks Rose #Lash the Hedgehog #Aim thr Lemur #Bria Mongoose #Tulip Rose #Destiny Acorn #Spades the Chameleon

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radiant-reid · 2 years

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Back To You

Summary: Spencer never thought she would love him the way he loves her, but he also never thought she would come back from the dead

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader (Angst/Fluff)

Content warning: description of reader being beaten up, similar to how Emily was in Lauren, lots of talk about death, mentions of blood, mentions of previous BAU related injuries

Word Count: 5.3k

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It was a slippery slope. One day, Y/n was fine, loving the work she did for the BAU, knowing who the bad guys were, and having a family she completely trusted. Then, her world was turned upside down with one simple phone call.

Suddenly, she wasn't cozy at the top of the mountain, she was skiing down it without poles or bindings. Nothing to keep her safe, no helmet or goggles. Nothing to keep her comfortable, no gloves, ski jacket, or pants.

It was just her, alone on her skis, terrified and alone.

Spencer noticed as soon as she rejected an offer to go out to her favorite restaurant after they got back from a case. Even when they were exhausted and had gone days without sleeping, neither of them declined the opportunity to spend time together. And when Spencer couldn't come up with something he'd done wrong, he realized there must be something wrong with her.

Then there were the suspicious phone calls, the darkening circles around her eyes, the paranoia she'd started displaying, the long lunches, the general pulling away from the team.

No one else noticed, and when he tried to raise it, it only resulted in JJ and Morgan teasing him about being in love with her, something he couldn't deny.

He'd stopped lying to himself about their friendship a long time ago. The line in the sand had been drawn the day they met and stepped over 39 seconds later when she smiled at him.

The problem was, he could never get the words out, and when she started pulling away, it felt even less likely that his feelings were reciprocated. Maybe, Penelope had babbled about his crush and she was trying to let him down gently rather than smash his heart.

Surely, he thought on those long nights he spent awake, she would tell him if something was wrong.

But she never did.

Not until it was too late.

He races into that cold, dark building with only one goal. He's going to be the hero she needs, get her out of the dire situation he now understood, and once she'd recovered, tell her everything.

Y/n mumbles out his name when she sees him. Laying on the concrete floor with what-are-sure-to-be bruises developing on her face, blood gushing out of her nose, and, worst of all, a massive stick sticking out of her abdomen.

Major abdominal wound, units of O negative blood on stand-by, potential organ penetration. His brain runs through the scientificness of it all, trying to stay objective and not fall apart as he watches the girl he loves in a life-threatening situation.

He's praying, to a God he doesn't believe exists, that the dizziness from all that blood loss is making the pain lessen.

"Y/n, hey, you're going to be okay." He comforts her first before calling out to Morgan and the other agents clearing the building. "She's in here!" His voice is just as desperate when he pleads for a medic into his comms.

"Spence, I'm sorry." She apologizes, barely there.

He knows just how bad it is, and he wishes he wasn't a genius with a Ph.D. in Mathematics because he can work out the probability of this situation ending well. It's low.

The pain is completely overwhelming, worse than anything she's felt before, but she's not crying out from it. All her strength is gone, and her eyes threaten to close. She's fighting it, repeating a motto to keep herself awake. If she's going to get a chance to tell Spencer how she feels, she's going to have to keep her consciousness.

"Hey, come on," Spencer says, trying to keep her awake while he holds his hands over her wound to stop some of the blood.

It's futile.

There's so much of the sticky warm liquid and the alarm bells that should be going off in a germaphobes head are quiet.

Her hands are shaking around his, cold too, and her face pales quickly, all the color and life draining from her in front of his eyes.

"Just stay with me." He pleads, hating every second of this. He knows what being close to death looks like, and this is it. "Focus on my voice, Y/n, and keep your eyes open." It's all she is focused on. The sounds and lights around them are drowned out in favor of looking into his eyes, listening to his voice, feeling his hands, and smelling his cologne. But each of those senses are fading, numb as the feeling in her body diminishes.

"For me." He adds the last bit as a final motivator.

"I'm sorry." She tries again, voice barely a whisper. The slippery slope is even worse this time, she realizes when her vision darkens. It's not gradual- with a threat she has a chance at beating- instead, and although it doesn't feel like it, this is quick, and no amount of profiling is going to help her beat blood loss. "It killed me to lie to you."

It truly did. Every day since Doyle escaped, she'd wanted to tell Spencer and the team, and ask them for help, but the loyalty she had to her former team took precedent. It was a decision she's regretting.

"It's okay, I promise, it's okay," Spencer tells her. "You're so brave for what you did. You're so fearless and kind and intelligent." The light of hope in him darkens when her eyes flutter shut and her breathing gets impossibly shallower. "And you've really got to stay awake for me."

"Just thinking." Y/n mumbles, her thoughts slowing down and she struggles to process any information.

Spencer nods rapidly in approval. "Good, keep thinking, think about whatever you want to keep that beautiful brain of yours going."

"I like to think... that in another world we had a chance to be happy." She confesses, and he sees tears fall down her cheek for the first time since he found her. "Together."

The tears in his eyes get choked back because he doesn't want to make it about him. There's nothing more he wants than that with her alive and well.

"We can have that." He encourages her, although he's not sure if he's trying to convince her of it or reassurance himself. All his attention is on her, not listening to Morgan shouting for a medic 10 feet away. "And when you're all better, we can go out. Wherever you want."

The tiredness starts to set in more than before, and it's worse than the 60 hours she stayed up on a case once. Everything inside her is trying to fight but she's all out of energy.

It's time.

Spencer watches it in front of him, helpless. She's too far gone when she can't fight anymore, drained... and dead. He can't check her pulse to know for sure but he's seen the life slip out of unsubs' bodies and it just happened to her.

He holds her just as tightly, pressing against her wound and clutching her body to his chest. "Just squeeze my hand, I need to know you're in there." He pleads. "We can have everything you want in the future. Kids, dogs, a big house, a little cottage, even a house by the beach. I really don't care where we live, honestly." He's not sure why he's so stuck on one detail for the fantasy. Maybe it's the domesticity that living together could bring. Waking up next to her every day was a dream that feels like it's slipping away. "I'll build you a house if I have to."

She's not there. The light inside her has been flicked off just like that. Not even a faint smile or the rising and falling of her chest. She's dead, and he knows it.

"Y/n, come on, stay with me!" He begs again, shooting Morgan a terrified glance. He's still frantically demanding a medic, but it doesn't seem like anyone can come fast enough. He needs to try it out once because he knows he's never going to get another chance. He'll never love anyone the way he loves her. It comes out in a broken whisper as he sobs for the first time. "I love you."

The medics come a few seconds later, and Spencer would later reflect on that moment, wondering why they hadn't driven faster.

Morgan practically has to pull Spencer off her, even though Spencer knows there's not a lot more he can do for her. He also knows there's not a lot they can do, but he's clinging to hope and praying for a miracle.

He stands there, frozen in shock, while they frantically work around Y/n and put her on a gurney. The look on his face is blank, so pale that Morgan's worried he's going to faint. Even when she's gone, he stays standing looking at where she laid.

"Spencer." Morgan places a hand on his friend's shoulder, grounding him so he doesn't have to catch him when he passes out. "She's with the people that can help her the most."

Spencer tries to suck in a deep breath of air but it doesn't feel like any oxygen is getting to his lungs. His hands are still covered in her blood and he can't seem to wipe it away on his shirt.

"She'll be okay." Morgan tries to assure him.

"No." Spencer shakes his head. "She was gone, Derek. Gone!" Just like that, he's at anger, running his hand through his hair roughly. It's an easier emotion to feel than sadness. "If we had just gotten here five minutes earlier, if the medic didn't take so fucking long, she might have a chance."

Morgan has never heard him swear before, and it sounds wrong coming out of Spencer's mouth. "We need to go to the hospital. She's going to want to see you when she wakes up."

The comforting words are something Spencer thinks about for weeks after that night. They barely registered when Morgan said them but he wonders those nights if they were genuine, if Morgan really thought she'd make it.

Spencer can't stop pacing in the hospital. He's cleaned up a little bit, changed into the shirt Penelope grabbed from his place, and washed her blood off his hands.

He could add up how far he has walked if his brain would work. Even facts are working for him. All he can think about is the memories he has with her and how the world wouldn't have a purpose without her.

The team has been shooting him sympathetic looks, but they're all suffering from the same daunting feeling. They're hoping and praying and sitting with emotionless faces. There's no talking between them just Penelope's sobs and the bustling noises of a busy hospital.

Spencer kind of wishes he could cry. He can't seem to actualize how he's feeling. Nothing helps.

It seems like hours of numbness before anything happens. Everyone else had moved seats, stood up or sat down, drunk coffee, or tried to brave food. Everyone except Spencer. The only moving he's done is the marathon he's walked.

Then JJ walks out. And the worst news she's ever brought him before then was that the bakery didn't have chocolate frosted with sprinkles donuts.

Until she locks eyes with him and just stares at him for a few seconds with blood-shocked eyes. No words are needed, but she confirms Spencer's worst nightmare verbally too. "She never made it off the table."

Instantly, the waiting room is filled with tears, like a chain reaction starting with Penelope and ending with Rossi. Everyone's crying, something none of them have ever seen before.

He had been hoping, even if he was simultaneously trying to convince himself there was no point.

Hope: a human instinct.

Survivor bias had overclouded his judgment. He had been held hostage and tortured for days while drugged, then poisoned with a lethal strain of Anthrax, Elle had been shot and then had the wound played with, Penelope had been shot in the chest, and Hotch had been stabbed and left for dead overnight. The BAU was immortal. They always pull through, or so he thought.

It's all far too overwhelming, and he attempts to rush out of the room to find a quiet place to sob, but JJ catches his arm.

"Spence." She says in the kind of sympathetic tone reserved for times one knows their words won't be of comfort.

"It's not fair." He mumbles, not ready to share Y/n's deeply personal last words and his subsequent confession.

There's another thing he doesn't say because he knows JJ knows it already: if he ever finds Ian Doyle, he'll break his oath.

She nods in understanding, wrapping her arms around him to console him. But she doesn't understand. "I'm so sorry." She tells him as she holds him tightly.

Spencer reciprocates the hug, but it doesn't help him at all. The love of his life is gone. There's no saving her that can be done. She's dead, and she's never coming back, and Spencer's never going to get to have all those special moments he wants to have with her.

In this universe, they'll never be together.

He's not sure how long he hugs JJ, but the whole time he can't get the picture of Y/n's dead body out of his head. It's so persistent that when they pull away, he rushes to press his palms into his eyes and massage it out.

Hotch looks like he's going to say something, remind him he'll be able to love again, but Spencer's going to know he's lying. So he just pulls Spencer in for a hug.

In the mental chaos, he loses track of JJ and Hotch and cries while he hugs Penelope. That night, all the team does is cry and hold each other.

If losing her is the worst day of his life, burying her comes in a close second. He keeps looking around for her, but he's been doing that since they left the hospital. He hasn't eaten or slept since then, only had the coffees with sugar JJ forced into him, and he's still trying to remember to talk about her in the past tense.

He's so dehydrated, and he's cried so many tears that he's not sure how he manages more for her funeral. It's warm outside, but he still feels as cold as he felt the night she died inside.

The seven of them stand around her coffin with roses, and if he had the words, he would tell them all about how little she liked roses, that she would have preferred tulips: the symbol of perfect love.

When it's his turn, he kisses his fingertips before touching them to the cold wood. Then, he places the flower down, knowing it, too, will die.

It didn't take seven whole months for Spencer to know he wasn't ever going to be able to stop thinking about her. He knew that the night she died, but what he couldn't imagine then was that it would get easier and that he would feel guilt because of that.

The hours of therapy helped- much more than the therapy he got when his dad left- and so did having the team.

At some point, he didn't spend every day in tears. He started getting out of bed and throwing himself into his work again, but he still had those little moments with her in his dreams or before he remembered reality when he woke up.

Then, another curveball came, and he's forced back into thinking about her when Morgan reveals all he had been working on regarding Declan Doyle's whereabouts.

There's an unspoken promise he makes to himself to make sure Y/n's sacrifice wasn't in vain. He's going to save that little boy, and it is transference because he couldn't save her.

Focused as ever, he goes into that house with Rossi, clearing each room silently as they search for the boy worth dying for.

He's grateful when he gets the call they have Ian Doyle in custody. Not only because it means Declan's got a better chance of being recovered alive and someone's going to pay for what happened to Y/n, but because he knows that if he were on the rooftop, he would have beat Doyle to death.

He can't even look at Doyle through the two-way mirror when they're back at the BAU, but he's so glad there are developing bruises on the murderer's face. After throwing up to the memory of Y/n's developing bruises, he splashes water on his face in the bathroom and does the breathing exercises he's been taught so as to not spiral.

But Doyle doesn't know where Declan is, and they're in a world of problems again. They need a Hail Mary, and Spencer knows the course of action with the highest probability of effective recovery of Declan.

But it's Hotch who's ready to play his trump card first.

"Everybody have a seat." He orders, and it's weird for Spencer to hear his voice after so long, but it's also comforting.

The team's back together again, but she's still missing, and he misses her more when they're working on a case she used to be on. He misses her in that way when he reads reports with her name.

But the atmosphere quickly shifts. In one breath, it's as serious as that night at the hospital. Spencer's heart starts racing like it did before they found Y/n bleeding out that night. There's a thumping in his chest so loud that his body is threatening to make him throw up again, that sick feeling extending exponentially.

Spencer only catches keywords as he hyperventilates. "A lot of blood," "stabilize," "airlifted," "Bethesda," "need-to-know," "reassigned," "several identities."

He puts it together before it really registers in his brain, but it doesn't hit him fully until Penelope asks, "She's alive?"

The logistics of it fly through his head and questions go off like alarm bells. Who knew? Where is she now? How? Where has she been? Is she okay? Why couldn't he know? Was all of it a lie?

He's glad when Morgan starts to lay into Hotch, knowing he can't speak right now, let alone tell Hotch how he really feels.

But everything stops again when Penelope's mouth drops open, his head whips around, and Y/n walks in.

The first person she asks for when she wakes up is Spencer. She wants Spencer at her bedside because seeing him will numb the immense pain in her abdomen.

Instead, it's JJ in the chair next to the hospital bed. "JJ." She mumbles, getting her friend's attention.

JJ hands her a glass of water and doesn't wait to give her a hug. "I'm so glad you're okay."

"Me too. Thank you. Can you get Spence?" Y/n asks, although she's not trying to make it seem like she's ungrateful JJ is there.

"Yeah, of course." JJ agrees, but when she walks out of the room, she doesn't come back with Spencer, she comes back with Hotch.

The unit chief sits down in the seat JJ was sitting in and Y/n's alarmed by it because he almost always stays standing. "You're not in Boston, you're in Bethesda." He tells her.

She assumes JJ's nervous face is a precursor for the trouble she's about to be ine. "Hotch, I'm sorry I didn't tell you. I should have as soon as Doyle was mentioned. Actually, I should have told you the entire history soon as I knew Doyle had escaped in Russia." She launches into an apology.

Hotch stops her with a hand on her shoulder. "Y/n, it's okay." He assures her.

It should comfort her but it only makes her worry more about what's making JJ so cagey. "What's wrong?"

"As long as Doyle's out there, you're not safe." He says, easing her worrying taking precedence over bedside manner. She nods in agreement. She's not in the hospital because Doyle's a good guy. "You can't come back to your old life."

"Witness protection?" She cuts him off, too anxious to find out what's happening to her.

"Reassignment overseas." He states her fate, and just like that, the pain in her stomach doubles as her mind spirals. She can't breathe deeply anyway, but it's even harder now. "You'll be in Paris with several identities even we don't know."

It hits her then that only Hotch and JJ are in the hospital room with her and that Spencer would be there if he knew. He would hold her hand through the tough news and say goodbye properly.

She would later scoff at the irony of it being Paris, the City of Love, since she's not allowed to talk to the person she loves. A person who thinks she's dead.

"They don't know." She realizes, a stream of silent tears starting down her cheeks.

"They can't," JJ tells her, stepping away from the door and closer to the bed to hold her hand.

Y/n shakes her head firmly, looking at Hotch with pleading eyes. "No, please, no." She knows it would break Spencer, but it's also breaking her.

"I'm sorry," Hotch says, and it looks like he genuinely means it. He knows better than anyone how hard it is to lose someone you're in love with, and now it has to happen to two members of his team. "I take full responsibility for the decision, but it has to be this way."

"What do they think happened?" She asks quietly, trying to wipe up some of the tears, and put on a brave face.

"That you died on the operating table," JJ tells her, only so Hotch doesn't have to. "It's need-to-know."

Y/n's eyes rapidly dart over to Hotch, who had already accepted blame. "No, Hotch, they're need-to-know. They have to be. Spencer, he-" She can't even get the last words out with her crying, and JJ pulls her into an awkward hug to console her.

"He'll be okay," Hotch assures her, but JJ's a much worse liar and the look on her face tells the concern she has for Spencer's broken heart.

The whole plane to Paris, Y/n cries. She's grateful it's a private jet and that she's alive, but there's a lot to be desired. Trying not to think about Spencer is challenging, and it's a different feeling than she had when she would try not to think about him while falling asleep at night.

JJ's comfort only goes so far, and details are missing from her story about the nights Spencer comes over to her place to cry.

When they separate, Y/n's only wish is for her to keep Spencer safe.

The call comes in to come back- that it's safe and Doyle's been caught- after 7 long months. Of course, there was work to do, and it's what she spent most of her time doing, but it's the loneliest she's ever been. She clings to the house Spencer told her about before she blacked out and the fantasy worlds she had created in her head.

She would take being home in DC over the bank accounts full of money she was given any day.

However, when she gets back to DC, there are about a million more places she'd rather be than about to see the team. She loves them so much, and it dawns on her as she gets in the elevator that they might not love her once they find out what she had to do.

The bullpen looks the same, aside from the fact her desk has been cleaned off. The stabbing pain in her heart is there again when she thinks about who had to clean it off.

It smells the same in that room; clean but also like coffee, paperwork, and, somehow, laughter. It's home. The memories in that room are so prominent in her mind. Birthdays, Halloweens, one Thanksgiving, late nights, early mornings, coffee drinking, cake eating, takeout Chinese.

Her legs are almost too shaky to get up the stairs, and her hands are too clammy to help by holding the railing. She can't even get a breath in or stop her heart from beating rapidly.

Hotch explains it all, holding their attention as their faces form shocked expressions. It feels so good to see them all again, alive and well, even though she knows what's about to happen. She takes a deep breath that does nothing and swallows thickly before stepping over the threshold.

Penelope notices her first, and everyone else's eyes are on her within seconds. There's shock, disbelief, and a glimmer of anger from each of them. Y/n never hated being under the spotlight, but right now, it feels like she's naked in front of an audience full of people: wholly exposed.

She looks at Spencer once she has confirmed everyone's safe, but he stares right through her like she's a ghost. Then there's a string of put-together sentences about how sorry she is and how much she missed them all and the series of warm hugs she's been longing for, each member of the team holding her tighter than usual to make sure she was really there.

Spencer's last to hug her, hesitant enough that she has to make the first move and wrap her arms around his shoulders. He tentatively hugs her back, touching her like she's made of glass.

She supposes she is shattered glass desperately being held together by glue. Hugging Spencer doesn't feel like it used to, not when he's so stiff.

They don't speak until after the trial, and it's on the advice given to him by Strauss- of all people

"Hi." She makes the first move like she's made the first move to get everyone back.

It's late, but she knows he's not going to be sleeping. She can't sleep either, not only because it's 7 am in Paris but also because of the adrenaline still pumping through her.

Still, coming to his place seems invasive.

"Come in." Spencer gestures, moving out of the way to let her in. He doesn't look happy about it, the same emotionless expression painfully on her face.

"Thanks." She accepts, stepping inside and taking off her shoes and coat.

It doesn't feel hostile but it's cold in his living room.

Y/n can't help but look around and play spot the difference. There are stacks of new books, and she knows he would have had to go to yard sales alone.

It's as tidy as it usually is, shoes neatly placed by the door, and his coat on the hook is new, unsurprising since he loves a good discount.

Morally, she shouldn't be as grateful as she is that there are no shoes or artifacts belonging to a woman.

There's a new planted pot of tulips in the corner, growing healthily, as well as a boquet of colorful tulips on the kitchen island. The other new thing is a framed map on the wall above his desk.

Still, it's so similar that she can't help but feel like she's walking into the past. This was the place she fantasized about being in most, lounging around with him on a Sunday morning or having take out on a Friday as more than friends

"They're for you." He says hoarsely, nodding towards her favorite flowers.

Y/n braves a look at him, and if his voice wasn't such a significant indicator of the fact he's been up crying, then his tear-stained cheeks, blood-shocked eyes, and dark circles are.

"Thank you." She replies but she didn't come to accept a gift.

"Do you want a drink?" He offers like they're not standing in a bubble of confrontational tension.

She shakes her head. "I just want to talk to you."

"So talk." His tone is harsh, stinging her. It breaks her heart a little, too. Clearly, it was selfish and idealistic to think she could come back and they could pick up where they left off, go back to flirting, and almost-confessions.

Her fingers drum against the countertop, and Spencer watches her awkwardness with an intense gaze.

"I'm sorry." She starts off emphasizes the apology she'd spoken to the whole team. This has to feel personal because she's so emotionally involved.

Even though it's been on her mind for so long and she's had time to imagine what she'd say, the words don't flow out the way she hoped.

"You've said that," Spencer says shortly when there aren't any more words that come out of her mouth.

"I mean it." She stresses. "I can't- I'm- I know it's so unfair, and I cannot imagine how painful it was for you and I'm so sorry for putting you through that." She rambles, failing at succinctness. Tears welled in her eyes, painfully stinging. Spencer just watches from a safe distance. "You don't have to forgive me, but I need you to know how much I wished I could tell you. I hate that I had to do that."

"I don't." Spencer's quiet voice stops her from continuing. He steps away from the other side of the kitchen island and closer to her. "I mean, I do, it was... nightmarish believing you were dead, but I'm grateful you're safe." He squeaks, as an afterthought, "I'm not mad."

She tilts her head back to avoid the tears, but it's too late. "You should be." She states, noticing the way he's still looking through her like she's not really there. "I just want you to feel something towards me again."

"I do." He assures her, reaching out to hold her hands in front of her. She's really there. Standing in front of him, it's just setting in that maybe his dreams aren't too far-fetched. "And please don't cry. I hate it when you cry."

"Sorry." She sniffles. "I really missed you, Spencer."

His hands drop hers in favor of wrapping around her waist and pulling her into his chest. "I missed you, too." He replies, breathing in the scent of her perfume and shampoo. It's the same one.

They hug right in the middle of his living room for a full minute in silence before she pulls away. "I need to know something."

"Mm?" He prompts, relishing in the feeling of having her so close again and memorizing each detail of her face.

"Before I...was out, did you say something... or did I just imagine that?" She wonders.

Spencer's worried about exactly how much she heard. Now knowing she wasn't dead, he knew there was a chance she remembered everything. "After you told me about us being together in a parallel universe, yeah."

"Were you just saying that because...?" She asks, trailing off because she really doesn't want to believe it was just for comfort.

"No." He answers, not giving her a minute to overthink it.

A little sigh of relief comes from her and then a smirk like she used to smirk at him. "I also remember the promise of a date."

He chuckles lightheartedly, but his head is deeply filled with love. "I promised I'd build you a house, Y/n."

"Maybe we'll start with a date." She suggests, snuggling into his chest again. He smelt like being at home, warmth and safety.

"Not tonight, though." He tells her. "We're going to get dressed up, go out somewhere fancy, and do this properly now that you're here and okay."

She nods in agreement, feeling like crying again at how happy she was feeling and how much she loves him. "I am okay." She agrees. "And, insider tip, you've already won me over."

That assurance was not going to stop Spencer from romancing her at every opportunity he got in the mysterious world where he managed to get her back.

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Originally published on my wattpad: slvt4em1lyprenti2s

Summary: You and Emily have had tension for a while now, and it finally breaks.

Word Count: 2k

Fluff, implikation of nsfw, normal case details, being held by an UnSub (extremely briefly)

Pairings: Emily Prentiss x fem!reader

!NOT PROOFREAD!

Emily's pov:

This case is dragging on, and on, and on. We know who the UnSub is and we're keeping a close eye on him but we have no solid evidence to pin him yet, so we're basically waiting on him to kidnap another woman.

He stalks them at clubs and then whisks them away with his 'charm' and they think they're getting lucky. But they're not, they're getting an early grave. It's sad but c'mon men are stupid and cruel and disgusting. Ugh men.

It's hard not to prove the lesbian stereotypes.

Anyway, we're running out of options because this guy just isn't biting, we think he's cottoned onto the surveillance we have in him and is therefore not going to kidnap another woman. We're sitting ducks. We just need a woman he can't resist to waltz into the club he's in right now to resolve this problem.

"You ready?" I hear Hotch say. My interest piqued I look to see who he's talking too and my eyes fall on the y/h/c haired beauty I get to call my best friend. Although I wish it was more. She's in a red dress thats stops around mid thigh, a slit that goes too far up for my liking on her left leg and a plunging neckline that makes it hard not to stare. I come to my senses as I hear her angelic voice.

"Ready as I'll ever be, I didn't imagine I'd be spending my Saturday chatting up a serial killer but here we are." She chuckles, got I could listen to her laugh all day- wait what. She's going to chat up the UnSub?

Rossi must've seen me coming and realised what I'd head as he said "Uh oh, here comes your girlfriend y/n/n." The team all laughed at this as they saw me coming. I wasn't going to stop her from doing her job but I sure as hell wasn't letting her go in unprotected.

"Take this." I hand her a small pistol that can fit in her clutch, remembering I had been in a similar situation before.

"Thank you em." The blush on her face is evident to everyone in the room, thankfully no one mentions it.

As she stuffs it into her clutch she spins to face me and pulls me into a hug. I grip her tightly, my hands resting on the small of her back as I take in her scent.

"Be careful, please." I plead quietly.

"I will, pinky promise, you know I can't break pinky promises." As she finishes her sentence her pinky makes its way round mine and we each kiss our hand. It's a little tradition we have when we promise something and really mean it.

Me and y/n/n have had tension for months, I'm not even 100% sure she's into girl but hey, I can dream.

After this little display Morgan started making kissing noises to which he received a middle finger from me and a 'yeah you wish you could watch' from y/n/n which made the team laugh even harder.

"As amusing as this is, we have an UnSub to catch, so come in everyone. Let's get going to the SUV's." Hotch said over our laughter.

Time skip to when you are in the bar

Reader pov:

Jesus christ. I didn't know anyone's ego could be this big. He's talking to girls left and right as if he owns them, as if it's his right to talk to them. I actually might throw up. Hotch, Derek and Emily are positioned in different places throughout the bar and Jj, Rossi and Spencer along with SWAT and local PD are surrounding the building so, I'm completely safe.

I fix my face as he looks in my direction putting in my best smile and giving him a flirty wave. He instantly smirks and excuses himself from whatever meaningless conversation he was having with this poor girl and makes his way over to me.

"What's a pretty lady like you doing alone on a Saturday night?" He asks while touching my lower back as he walks up next to me, leaning against the bar.

"Just looking for a friend, you know, the usual." I respond, dragging my finger along my glass of lemonade.

"I could help with that." He whispers into my ear. God I could punch him right now.

"I'd like that, you wanna get out of here?" I propose trying to get this done as soon as possible.

"Whoa slow down little lady, I gotta get you a drink first. Get to know ya a little." I internally roll my eyes because what he means is 'Whoa slow down, I need to drug you first.'

He clearly senses my hesitation and puts the dots together.

"You're not here for a friend, are you?" This time I actually roll my eyes and that's enough for him as I then feel something cold and metal press against my ribs. Shit.

"Don't make a scene and walk with me." His words are like daggers. Or maybe that's just the actual dagger pressing on my side. Who knows?

"Eric Mannings, FBI!" I hear Hotch shout with Emily and Derek right behind him, guns out, pointing at him. Immediately my position is flipped, there's now a knife on the throat, not my side. I'm in a headlock, about to get my neck cut and the only thing I can think about is how bad this guy smells and how hot Emily looks in her FBI vest and with her gun out.

He is going back and forth with Hotch until I see Emily out of the corner of my eyes, getting a better position. Uh oh, this is either going to end with a bullet in his body or, Emily's badge and gun on Strauss' desk. I can only hope for the first option. Everyone has been ordered to shoot if they have a clear shot which is exactly what Emily had right now. BANG! I scrunch my eyes as the shot rings awfully close to my ear.

I feel the grip on my loosen as he falls down on the floor, shot in the neck. Wait why was that hot- OMG STOP. Emily immediately rushes over to me and helps me away from everyone as Derek crouches to check his pulse and everyone else from the perimeter comes in.

"Hey are you okay?" Concern evident in her voice.

"Yeah, yeah I'm okay." I lie through my teeth. In all honestly even though I acted okay, I did just get held with a knife at my throat by a homicidal maniac, so you know, kinda shaken up.

"No you're not." Her tone gentle yet commanding.

"No, I'm not." Tear prick at the corner of my eyes, threatening to spill.

"Oh honey, come here." She pulls me into her warm embrace and I cling to her.

Honey.

Like sure we have nicknames but a pet name? Never crossed that line before. Does that mean.. No stop being delusional she'd never like you back.

A few tears escape my eyes as I lay my head on her shoulder.

"Let's go home yeah?" She says, as she begins to guide me out the bar and into one of the SUV's.

"Yeah, that sounds nice."

Time skip to when you're back at Emily's apartment.

"This isn't my place?" I question as we pull up to the block of flats.

I look around the familiar neighbourhood and realise we're at Emily's place.

"I can take you home if you want I- uh I just thought you wouldn't want to be alone after what happened, I know I wouldn't. But, I can leave you alone if you want?" She rambled as her hand subconsciously rests on my thigh. My breath catches in my throat slightly at this action.

"No, no, em. It would be really nice to have some company actually. Thank you." A blush creeping onto my cheeks, thinking about spending the night with Emily Prentiss, alone.

As we walk out the car and into her flat, our hands intertwine. It sends sparks through my body, as cheesy as it sounds. We finally make it to her flat and she gets her keys out, unlocks the door and we walk in.

"Make yourself at home; do you need anything?" She asks, instantly fussing over me.

"I'm okay, em, really. I just need you." Now it was Emily's turn to blush. She looked to the ground and muttered a quick, 'I can do that' as she walked me to her bedroom.

I was passed a pair of old sleep shorts and an oversized hoodie with the words 'FBI Academy' written across it. It was the comfiest jumper I've ever worn; and it smelt like em which was a massive bonus. Emily made her way to the bathroom giving me time and space to change into my pj's.

As I was slipping my shirt off so I could but on the jumper she gave me I heard the bathroom lock click and the door swing open quicker than I could cover myself.

"Oh god! I'm sorry!" She squeals covering her eyes.

"It's okay em don't worry about it! We're both girls, nothing we haven't seen before, right? And plus, I still have a bra on." I try to tame the blush that's infecting my face, but that fails as soon as she responds to my words "I wish you didn't." She says it so quietly I think I imagined it.

"What was that?"

"Nothing."

"I mean I wouldn't object to it, if you're being serious."

"Really?"

"mhm"

She creeps closer to me, our faces inches apart. Her warm breath fans across my face as my arms lace around her back as hers reach for my hips.

"Honey you have no idea what you're doing to me right now." There it is again, that damn name. If she keeps that up I'm going to melt.

"I think I have some idea."

"Oh really?"

"Yeah, I think I do."

"Prove it."

Without a seconds hesitation I smash her lips against mine in a heated kiss. The months of built up tension, flirting, jealousy, all spilt into this one kiss. I feel her hand travel from my waist to the back of my neck and she pressed my head in and deepens the kiss. Her tongue grazes over my bottom lip asking for entrance which I happily grant opening my mouth. I let out a small gasp as she pushes her tongue into my mouth, instantly dominating and not leaving an inch unexplored.

We pull away and the look in her eye tells me all I need to know. She gently guided me to her bed until my knees hit the edge and I sit down. I shuffle back and she sits next to me pulling me into her lap.

"Promise me something." Emily says abruptly. "Of course, anything." I respond, wondering where this is leading.

"Be mine, forever. Be my girlfriend." Her dark eyes lock with my y/e/c ones and I immediately respond, "I want nothing more than to be yours em." That's all the incentive she needed to kiss me with that same passion again. Hungry lips make contact with my collar bone, nipping and sucking at my skin, already leaving marks.

This was going to be a long night, not that I'm complaining though.

A/N: LMAO THIS WAS SHITEEE. It's okay though it's 1am so cut me some slack and I started writing this ages ago and completely forgot what I was planning to write so I just made it up as I went along. Sorry for the crappy chapter!

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