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doomed2repeat · 2 months
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The strongest soldiers in the Bridgerton fandom are the Polin fans who actually like Colin. Taking hits from all sides but we’re still here!
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inafieldofdaisies · 7 months
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WIP Wednesday | Tagged by @madparadoxum and @thesingularityseries ❤️
Stopping by this midweek with a little bit from Sabrina and John's morning from Chapter 2 of their AU, I will try to get back to the main WIP soon, but a monster of a dialogue has been making me procrastinate. Also, something I thought would be fun: if you have any suggestions of wild things (misfortunes) you'd like to see happening to John (take part in making him go through it), you can drop them as an ask (short prompt), I suspect it would be a fun challenge to tackle.
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"I wanted to hear your voice." John's words from the previous night haunted Sabrina's thoughts while she prepared breakfast. She found herself unable to shake off the feeling of familiarity from the moment she found him standing in the foyer of the precinct, looking like he was about to snap at poor Lenny. "Morning.", Savannah greeted as she entered the kitchen, her nose scrunching up, "Is something burning, Rin-Rin?" The question prompted Sabrina to flip the last pancake she was working on, finding the bottom darkened. Wonderful. The last thing she needed was to be distracted, especially by someone that was passing through. And a lawyer. "Did you sleep well, Pumpkin?", she asked as she placed her sister's plate in front of her. Savannah nodded, "I wish I didn't have to wake up so early." "And so do so many adults." "Mommy asked about you.", her sister said in between bites, making Sabrina's smile drop for a second, which thankfully was conceived by her coffee mug she took a sip from at that moment. "Like what?" "If you have a boyfriend. And about uncle Les. She said she saw a picture he had posted…" Jesus. Maybe mind your own love life, Candice. And leave the lack of mine alone.
She could sense her sister's mood soaring after each short visit with Candice, and it hadn't taken long to figure out why. Their mother had become an expert at fishing for information from Savannah since her eldest daughter refused to entertain her poor attempts at "bonding", knowing full well any interest shown wasn't paired with the best intentions. She wasn't going to be shocked if Candice Donovan's intent was to introduce her to some raising entrepreneur, so she felt like she needed to figure out if Leslie would be standing in the way of tricking her into helping with her latest grift. It wouldn't have been like she hadn't tried it before, gone as far as to arrange a date for Sabrina, only for her to figure out what was going on halfway through the dinner. Nothing like having a daughter in law enforcement to make your target feel secure enough and open for any business advice his lawyer would throw his way, let her hold the purse strings. "I will talk to her, Sav. She promised me she won't ask you stuff like that." Sabrina took a final sip of coffee, "How about you watch something and finish breakfast while I go shower?" "Okay. Are we still going to the fair with uncle Les?" "Of course, he hasn't been able to stop talking about it. I think he's more excited than you even." Savannah's frown dissipated at the confirmation, a grin taking over her freckled face, "He promised to win me a big plushie." "He absolutely will.", Sabrina retorted and matched smile, feeling glad she had someone in her life she could actually depend on.
As she left the kitchen and found herself alone in the bathroom, stripping off her T-shirt and shorts, her mind drifted back to the night before. How she'd flown out of the shower and grabbed her phone, hoping she was about to hear back from the lab about her current missing persons case. Instead, John Duncan's voice had came through, perplexing her to an extend she hadn't even bothered to inquire how he'd gotten her number. His excuse for the late call had given her a pause, the real intent behind it revealing itself the moment he had made a comment about his state of undress, asked for her personal number. A part of her made sure to assure her how he'd been so quick to reach her he hadn't even wasted time putting on underwear, confirming she clearly wasn't the only one feeling this strange drawn between them. "He wants you. So much he become a rambling mess the second you casually mentioned whoever he asked for his hotel information.", the foolish side argued. "Sure.", she muttered under her breath, "Romantic much? Trying to turn a woman he just met into his midnight bootycall…" Sabrina shampooed her hair, then moved onto washing her body, completely ignoring the irksome longing within her, the same one she refused to entertain from the second their video call had ended. The desire in his deep blue eyes, his questions, all made his expectations clear as day.
It was unfortunate for him she had more important things that required her full attention. A missing girl to be located and brought home safely. A baby sister to take care of. A trainwreck of a mother to keep at bay. Numerous visions to figure out and could save people's lives. A faceless man that awaited her in so many of them and clutched her heart in his tattooed hands. John Duncan wasn't him. He was bored, slightly entitled, looking for an outlet, for someone to get him off after having a day from hell. It was what she reminded herself as she came into her bedroom to find a new message waiting for her, from a number she hadn't even bothered to save into her contacts.
Good morning. No crimes or accidents to report so far, though, it does feel slightly criminal how you've been occupying my thoughts since last night.
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John stared down at the message he had finally hit sent on after typing and deleting versions of it so many times, he had felt close to hurling his phone at the nearest wall. "Occupying his thoughts" seemed like an understatement the second he'd woken up from a dream involving Sabrina that had come off as way too real. He threw the covers off himself with a sigh and left his phone on the bed before he made his way over to the bathroom. "It's morning. It's a normal body reaction. Nothing to do with her.", he said to his reflection, "Get your head back in the game. You're meeting Mooney. Who cares she didn't respond?" Reluctantly he opened the door, leading into the shower, and turned the knobs after a silent prayer for his morning to start off without a hitch. Or at least he attempted to. Until one of them came off into his hand. "No fucking way. NO.", he practically shouted out, not giving a damn about the early hour and how his voice echoed around the room while he stared down at the chrome piece clasped between his fingers in complete disbelief.
A growl left him as he threw it on the ground and turned on his heel, the glass door rattling when he slammed it shut and exited the shower stall. "I'm not taking another arctic shower. I don't care how much you want to take care of my goddamned boner.", he had no doubt the shower would be freezing, because the knob that had fallen off, was for no other than the hot water. He didn't care about the neighboring rooms and what the other guests might have been thinking after screaming the last part on top of his lungs. Not in that moment. Not when he was close to breaking something else in the bathroom as desperation to find a way to release the pent-up frustration brewing inside him settled in. "One accident to report, Detective. And I also hate your city so much.", John whispered before taking a deep breath. As he brushed his teeth he did his best to school his features back into a serene expression, refusing to let the facade of the well-adjusted, charmant attorney to slip. He put the boxers from the day before on, hating the fact he didn't even have a change of underwear and promising himself he'd go shopping for new clothes and other necessities as soon as his meeting had wrapped up. Another frown was aimed at his reflection when he remembered he had no means to even style his hair properly, that all he could do was freshen up in the goddamned sink. He dragged himself back to the bed, sinking down on it as he contemplated how excited he was when he had received the case, yet from that day like domino everything had decided to fall apart in some way.
"At least the guy didn't steal my files. Doubt Clive would appreciate any of that information leaking out.", he reminded himself as clasped his watch back on his wrist, "So what if one of my favorite suits was in that suitcase?" The thought made him reach out for his phone in hope the detective that was going to look into his case had reached out already. He ignored all the unread messages and emails he was yet to go through, opening the text that sat as most recent notification.
Sabrina: Good luck.
Two simple words was all she had to offer him. No "I thought of you too" in sight. "Could be worse. Like her blocking my number.", he uttered out finally, deciding that the fact she had even responded was a good sign, better than simply leaving him on read now that he was another Detective's problem. Just then his phone pinged with a new message. Unknown number. His thumb acted before he could think better of it, and he regretted the decision immediately. A photo. Penny showing off a red lacy number as she cupped her breast with her free hand. Face in full view, a proud gleam in her blue eyes. A pose she had most definitely deemed alluring enough to make him crack.
Wrong number.
He texted, scowling at the realization Penny was getting bolder, crossing a line, using her personal number to pester him. Her reply followed way too fast.
Penny: Come on, John. We both know it's not. How long are you going to play hard to get, baby?
John: I will be contacting HR if this reoccurs.
Penny: You're no fun, Mr. Duncan. You're headed for your meeting, right? Good luck.
John: I'm serious. NO MORE lingerie pictures or passes at work.
Penny was good at her job, better than any of his previous assistants, but it wasn't enough for him to continue tolerating her advances in hopes she'd take the hint and cease with her attempts to get him into bed. He was one to bent the rules, but bending over someone that he worked with was where he drew the line. Reality was that one night of "fun" (mostly for her, because for him it would end up as usual: in self-loathing) would blow up in his face sooner or later.
Another buzz signaled a new message, but instead of the expected complaint from Penny, the reply made him almost drop his phone as he realized his mistake. That he'd texted in the wrong conversation.
Sabrina: John? Sabrina: I'm just going to assume you meant to send this to somebody else.
"I'm done with technology. So done.", he groaned out and chucked his phone across the bed, the pillows softening its landing against the headboard.
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John: NO MORE lingerie pictures or passes at work.
More? Initially she had tried to laugh off the text, then unwanted bitterness had set in. If Sabrina needed any proof about the kind of man John was, just based on her intuition and past experiences alone, the words he accidentally sent her minutes prior only confirmed it further. "Bye, Rin-Rin.", Savannah exclaimed and leaned over the console to give her a hug as the her truck came to a stop in front of her elementary school. "Have fun.", Sabrina retorted and placed a quick kiss on her forehead before her sister was scrambling out of the vehicle and rushing over to her best friend, Brandy, that was waiting for her outfront. The blonde girl gave her an enthusiastic wave before the two ran inside the building and she put her Bronco back into drive, heading down her favorite route to the precinct. Her eyes drank in the early runners, people on their way to work, parents walking hand in hand with their children. She had grown to love Portland. The life she and Savannah had built there. The fact that Candice seemed to avoid it like the plague most of the time was an added bonus.
Minutes later she pulled into her regular parking spot, locking the car doors before shouldering her bag and shoving her hands in the pockets of her jacket to avoid the chill that hung in the morning air. She quickly crossed the street and pushed her way inside the building, muttering a quick hello to Simon, an officer that was in his last year before retirement and usually worked the day shift at the welcome desk. "Rina, always on time.", he retorted with a smile as she set for the elevator, memories of John following her down the same path threating to emerge. The hallways were mostly empty, signaling she was among the first people to arrive as per usual. "Ollie. Did you sleep here?", her sights settled on Oliver who was slumped over his desk, head full of messy blond hair resting in the crook of his arm, green eyes shifting to the door as she entered before he shut them again. His voice was sleepy, muffled against his shirt, "I'm just trying to one-up you, Rina." Sabrina let out a laugh and nudged him on the back on her way to her own desk, "Want a coffee?" "Did that well-dress fucker yesterday had the hots for you? Hell yes." She could only shake her head at his blunt observation, feeling glad Leslie hadn't arrived yet, "Oliver. We're not talking about him. Am I clear?" "Why not?", he inquired with way too much interest, his Detective senses kicking in despite his sleepiness.
She ignored the question and felt his gaze on her back while she watched the coffee machine like a hawl. "Uh-oh, there's definitely something there." "No.", she placed his the mug in front of him and sent him a look of warning, "And don't be starting any rumours, you hear?" "Too late.", his cheeky smile screamed nothing but bad news. From the team, Oliver McKenzie was the one closest to her age, and unarguably the most daredevilish, and she had quickly learned to read the signs of incoming trouble in his expression. "What did you do, Oliver?" The silence from his side put her on edge as she lowered into her chair and rubbed away at her temples before she let out a groan, "How bad is it?" "Eh.", was all he granted her as explanation. "God, Ollie.", she mimicked his earlier position just as the door to their division swung open and footsteps carried in her direction. A paper sack crinkled when it was set down on her desk, making her look up, eyes stopping on Stockton who had taken one of the seats across her. "A little 'thank you' for yesterday, Rina.", he gestured to the brown bag, bearing the logo of her favorite bakery, "Croissant, salted caramel and chocolate. Got you a coffee to-go, too. The one y'all have here is shit." "Aye, Maxwell, if it's shit, why not get one for me, too?", Oliver teased. Arguing for sport with Maxwell Stockton was one of his favorite activities and he'd oftentimes stop by "Robbery" just for that reason alone. Yet deep down, the two were close friends from their academy days and would often grab drinks on Fridays.
Stockton's dark eyes shot up to Oliver for a second before returning to hers, his hand rubbed at his cleanshaven cheek, "So, what should I expect from this guy?" "Meaning?", Sabrina asked before tearing into her croissant, "Like if he's difficult to deal with?" Oliver snorted in responce, while the darkhaired man in front of her nodded. "He was polite.", she paused, "But he's also a defense attorney." A whistle, "Oof. And he was fine with you takin' the report?" "It's not like we're going to trial now, are we?", a chuckle left her, "He wants his stuff found, that's all." "How the fuck can he get his suitcase stolen like that?", Oliver interrupted, "Like I heard his story, but damn, I tried so hard not to laugh." "Ollie." "What, Rina? Tell me it wasn't funny. Hell, imagine going to meet a client and not having even a clean pair of undies." Stockton laughed at that, pointing back at Oliver, "Is it true what this one said, he 'looks like Leslie, but shorter'?" "Maxie, when have I lied to you?" "Only the last time we played cards, asshole." Oliver blew him a kiss before he took a sip of his coffee. "Well?", Stockton pushed for an answer, "Leslie look-a-like or nah?" Sabrina chewed on the bite of her pastry slowly, images from the video call invading her mind, "Absolutely not." "Now that's a lie, Rina.", Oliver argued and spun around in his chair to regard them both, "Not only does he look like Leslie, but he also wants in her pants as much. Probably."
"You're lucky I love this croissant, or it'd be flying at your head, Oliver." He stuck his tongue out, "Love ya, too." The door opening cut out his laughter, "Speaking of the taller Devil." "Morning, guys.", Leslie Parish muttered in a greeting and walked over to the desk next to hers and dropped off his things. The strange expression on his face gave her a pause and prompted Stockton to clear his throat before he rose up to leave. "I will get going, better start looking into the case. Recover our lawyer friend's luggage back." On his way out saluted Leslie, then patted Oliver on the back, "Later, folks." "The lawyer?", Leslie started, peeling off his coat and placing it over the back of his chair. Sabrina shook her head, "He's not our problem." He strode over, taking a seat at the edge of her desk as he stole the final bite of her croissant, "Not from what Ollie told me." "How many people did you tell, Oliver?" Oliver shrugged, hiding his face behind one of the files he had open on his desk, "I plead the fifth." The eyebrow Leslie quirked told her everything she needed to know before he even elaborated, "Oliver was straight up updating us all live in your Birthday group chat." "Unbelievable. And here I thought you were working hard, McKenzie." A wink was sent her way, "You're underestimating me. I can absolutely multitask, Donovan." "So, back to this guy…", Leslie's blue eyes searched hers. "Later." A nod, "Deal. I'm taking you out for lunch, you can tell me all about him then." Oliver spun around with a victorious smirk, "See, I knew there was something. He asked you out, didn't he?" Sabrina turned to her computer monitor, logging in and pulling up the CCTV footage she had spent half of the previous day combing through, "I plead the fifth, too."
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“you’re my God-given solace.” is the most romantic line to ever come out of derek morgan’s mouth and it wasn’t even said to his wife i have to laugh
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okimargarvez · 11 months
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[Heart to heart, James Blunt]
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strawbeerossi · 2 months
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August - Prologue
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Pairing: Fem!Reader x Spencer Reid
Chapter Description: You look back on the way that you bonded with Spencer over the course of the time you've known him. After one night spent between you both, you tell the girls that you want to ask Spencer to Rossi's wedding. Too bad JJ had other plans.
Content/Warnings: Spoilers for 14x15, unrequited love, alcohol consumption, mentions of sex, JJ is a horrible friend (I’m so sorry), general heartbreak.
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Spencer’s love life was a trainwreck. Everyone knew that after the Maeve debacle, dating wasn’t something that he was concerned with. He saw the horrible things that could happen to significant others of the BAU members. Haley dying, Jack being targeted, and Savannah being shot were things he’d seen first hand and he wasn’t eager to have a loved one go through any of it. He’d never forgive himself.
JJ was always special, in his eyes. Even whenever they were both young on the field together, he always pined after her. She was beautiful, funny, and she didn’t always look so bothered to talk to him. Of course, their failed attempt at a date to the Redskins game was just an indication that he should admire from afar. Besides, he’d like to have her in his life regardless. 
He maintained a healthy friendship with JJ over all fourteen years that he worked with the BAU, the woman being by his side even whenever he didn’t deserve it. It was something he wouldn’t trade for the world. He appreciated her, loving her so much that his heart swelled every time she came near him. He buried all those feelings deep in his heart, keeping quiet on the subject. It wasn’t the healthiest way to handle unspoken feelings but it was the easiest. Work would be awkward, plus she didn’t seem romantically interested. Best not to push.
Whenever you joined the BAU, you were blissfully unaware of Spencer’s feelings toward JJ, instead meeting a version of him that was so dedicated to bottling up those feelings. He was a bit standoffish with you at first, which you didn’t take personally. You’d heard of the endless trauma he’d been through and you felt like you had to work overtime to gain his trust.The problem was, you did damn near everything and it was like it wasn’t working.
You learned how he liked his coffee and brought him a cup every morning, you asked for facts about zany topics, you even mentioned Doctor Who in an effort to reach out to him. It was like he didn’t even want to look in your direction.
You managed to chip away at him over the next few months, getting him to laugh in certain circumstances or even having him greet you in the mornings. It was something that you had to work for but it was all worth it in the end whenever he’d gotten fully comfortable with you. He learned that he enjoyed talking to you, having you around.
The both of you had grown quite close to the point where every Friday that you weren’t on a case was spent having a movie night. He’d even taught you how to sew a scarf after too much trial and error. All the time you spent together was causing you to fall deeper in love with the lovable genius with each interaction. Every silly complaint about a show not being true to science, his rambles on topics that interested him, even when you two would get into arguments. 
It was no surprise that you’d fallen so fast. You wore your heart on your sleeve, yearning for a deep connection that nobody else could take away. Spencer was your person, you could feel it. There were daydreams of having a nice home with a big backyard for your kids, Spencer teaching them magic tricks or helping them excel in their academics. 
It was a Saturday night after a successful case that the team went out drinking together to celebrate. You may have let Penelope and Emily influence you into drinking your body weight in whatever liquor was put in front of you. Spencer hardly drank, however he allowed himself to have a few drinks, his tolerance being so low that he could feel a buzz after just one. 
You were too far gone to remember the events of the night but you did know that you and Spencer left together. The night was spent with drunken sex and whatever else you two got up to within the span of seven hours. You both woke up the next morning and it was still okay. There was no sneaking out when someone was sleeping, no forcing them out. You two actually spent a good portion of the morning together. The only issue? You got more attached. It was like you associated the sex with mutual feelings, the dream of actually finding someone to settle with. 
You’d gotten so caught up with the fantasy that you just had to tell the girls at work during one of your morning gossip sessions.
“I don’t know, I just feel like this could be the start of something great. I really do like him, he means the world to me. I just wish that I could say it.” You admitted, leaning against Penelope’s desk while sipping from your coffee mug. 
“Well, I say just go for it! Our genius needs to settle down.” Penelope encouraged, her eyes widening with excitement. “You two can have babies! I don’t think we could ever have enough BAU babies.” She gushed. 
JJ was laughing softly from her spot in the room at her friend’s excitement. “I mean, the worst he could really do is say no. No harm in trying to ask, right?” The blonde let her shoulders bounce. In a way, she could feel a pang of jealousy in her chest. You and Spencer? That didn’t seem right at all.
“He won’t say no! I am convinced he loves you! I mean, you always brighten his day.” Penelope was piling on encouragement, pushing you to take the bull by the horns and just get yourself out there, to put your feelings first.”Plus, you can invite him to Rossi’s wedding!”
It was safe to say that it was working. You felt a wave of confidence rush over you, taking it with stride. JJ had a point, Spencer wouldn’t be rude about turning you down. The pain would still be there in the event he did but at least he wouldn’t be cruel, right? 
“I’m gonna go talk to him about it. It’s a paperwork day, so it’ll be quiet.” Plus, she could just delve into files that needed to be filed away if he did let her down gently. It was the perfect plan!
You were planning on talking to him later in the afternoon, just enough time to give yourself a pep talk. However, Emily and Penelope killed that idea with a snap of a finger as a case had come up. It came with the territory of your job – make plans and have them destroyed by some loser who decided to massacre multiple people for the fun of it.
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The case had taken a turn for the worse whenever JJ and Spencer were hot on the unsub’s trail, being locked inside a bank with no way to contact the outside world. The only thing anyone had was shitty footage from the security camera inside with no audio to accompany it. All you could do was assume what was happening as you stared at the screen, Emily beside you as she was talking to Penelope about getting anything if they could.
Their body language said it all though, the way that JJ seemed tense and the way Spencer had a look of… Relief? You didn’t know what was happening in the slightest but it was like you could feel your stomach churn, your heart slowly cracking. 
You didn’t want to assume it was anything too crazy, you didn’t need to worry. You were being silly. Once there were shots inside, everyone was rushing to the back door of the building to get inside. You were frozen in place, eyes focused on the room now filled with agents and cops. 
The sound of everyone talking was muffled, your mind somewhere else as you were slowly turning to the screen before approaching the two agents when they were coming out of the building. “Are you two okay?!” She asked quickly, a shaky edge to her voice as she was bringing a hand to her face. “This job stresses me out,” 
There was lighthearted, yet awkward laughter as you were eventually heading back to the SUVs. 
There was a tension hanging in the air any time that Spencer and JJ were together, the two barely sharing glances as the rest of the team were rejoicing and ending the case and preventing losing innocent people as well as potentially losing two of their best agents.
There was something wrong but you weren’t going to say anything.
Clearly something personal happened in the moment they were forced to play along with whatever the unsub wanted from them. You were curious but you didn’t want to bring it up, maybe out of fear of hearing something that you don't wanna hear. 
You didn’t ask Spencer to be your date to Dave’s wedding, instead going on your own.
The whole environment there made you sad. You were thrilled for Dave and Krystall but it was an atmosphere oozing with love while you were alone, the man you wanted to ask being weird and not speaking to you the way he usually did. There was a lot you wondered about. 
Did you do something wrong? Was he angry at you? More questions echoed in your mind, feeling defeated on how such a good relationship has fizzled out to nothing. 
You were brought out of your thoughts whenever Penelope was passing out whatever concoction of drink she came up with. “Here you go, sour puss.” The blonde spoke while placing the mixed drink in front of you at the bar, you offering a small smile in response. 
“It’s a good day, don’t be sad in the corner all night.” Luke added soon after while you were waving it off. He didn’t know the extent of why you felt the way you did. He just knew that you had been in a funk for days, not being your usual self.
“I’m not sad. I’m just.. I’m not really in the mood.” It was honest, however you knew that you had to show up for Dave, he was family. You would’ve done the same for anyone else in the team for whatever event. 
In the midst of your denial, your gaze had fallen on Spencer and JJ, the two talking together at a table farther from the rest of you. It could’ve been some deep, poorly concealed anger that had you putting the cup down and walking over to the two who seemed to be having a great time together. You were falling apart and it was like he wasn’t even paying attention. It stung. 
“Spencer! JJ!” You announced your presence with a smile, your hands clasping together. “I didn’t get to come talk to you guys earlier. I wanted to say hi.” You began. “Also, why are you two isolated from the team?! Come on!” 
What felt like a knife to your chest was the way Spencer looked at you with a lack of interest, almost as if your presence was bothersome. “Oh, we were just talking. We are fine, we will catch up later.” The male answered, hoping the answer was good enough to be left alone again.
That was the moment you broke.
“What the hell have I done to you? You’ve been dodging my calls and texts for days and you barely talk to me anymore. What is your deal?” In an attempt to not ruin the beautiful ceremony, you were keeping a calm demeanor. Even if you could feel the cracks in the facade. 
“What? Nothing! You’re acting like a child. I’m just having a conversation.” Spencer frowned, his attention finally on you for the first time in days. “You act like we talk every minute of the day.”
“Because we normally do! Come on, Spencer. Just talk to me.” You were begging for a minute of his time, an explanation. For days you’d questioned every interaction and every word said. You thought your relationship was stronger than that.
“I am talking to you. I don’t know what else I’m supposed to say.” 
JJ looked visibly uncomfortable with the whole interaction, so that’s whenever you were turning your attention to her. “And you, I’ve been trying to talk to you for days and you don’t give me the time of day. What is happening? Do you both have a problem with me?”
“Look-” 
“No! She has a point, Spencer. I’ll be honest with her.” JJ finally found her voice, although the nervousness was gone now, instead just taking the situation for what it is. “I’m sorry,” The words made your knees weak. 
You knew what was coming. 
“The other day, the key to us getting out of there and preventing any injuries, I played truth or dare. Which, I know what you’re thinking but it wasn’t a childish game in the slightest.” She said slowly while you watched her in disbelief.
“Anyway, I was told to give a secret that I’d never tell anyone else. Something I’d take to the grave and-” 
“You told Spencer that you loved him.” You finished, throat tight as you were restraining the urge to either sob or scream at the blonde. “It’s just funny that this all came out after I told you what I wanted to do. You never showed him the time of day before.” 
“I don’t think you pay enough attention. Spencer has always been my best friend and we spend time together alone quite frequently. Just because you had sex one time doesn’t mean that you both were in an unspoken relationship.” JJ responded, having the audacity to act as if she didn’t break girl code to the highest degree. 
There were a few moments of silence, every intrusive thought bouncing through your mind. Your gaze was briefly turning to David and Krystall, seeing the two happily talking with guests before you were tuning your head to the pair in front of you. 
You reached over for the glass of water that one of them ended up putting down, hand clutching the glass before you made the wise decision of throwing water in their direction, the glass emptying on the both of them before the same glass was being placed down on the table. 
Without a word, you turned on your heels so you could walk away from the two. The reception was over for you, no feeling of celebration. You leaving with tears brimming your eyes caught the attention of the small group of agents, the group now turning their heads briefly to look at Spencer and JJ.
“Oh no..” Penelope frowned, the normally bubbly blonde turning to Tara, Luke and Matt.
“Something tells me that JJ and Spencer are talking..”
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wheelsupkels · 1 month
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hi It's the first time I have a request so I'll ask for the best
I was thinking about Aaron hotchner x BAU wife reader where the reader is pregnant and since she is in her last weeks of pregnancy she can't fly on a plane so she stays in Quantico Virgina helping Penelope and the team go to a case (the city of your choice) and reader's water breaks just at the FBI offices keeping Penelope company and helping in whatever way she could , then Penelope takes her to the hospital and while there she calls Hotch to tell him that Mini Hotchner is on the way, reader talks to Aarón telling him not to worry and that she will be fine saying something like "this baby won't be born until his daddy is holding my hand" then he is super distracted in the case and wants to catch the unsub to get his wife, Rossi tries to get him to go to Virgina but Aaron knows that they need him and García being in the hospital with reader sends messages to Aaron telling him how everything is going, and for Aaron's good luck they manage to catch the unsub and immediately return to Virgina and he manages to get to the hospital when reader still does not enter in labor and a few hours later Aaron and reader they welcome their baby boy introducing him to Jack and the team as "Eli Hotchner"
I love your work btw
anon! this request is so cute. thank you so much for loving my work, it means so much! hope you enjoy this request! <3
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The Gift of Love
Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x BAU Wife Reader
Warnings: This story contains themes of childbirth and medical talk, which may be distressing for some readers. Reader discretion is advised.
Author's Note: I love Aaron Hotchner so much - if you love my work, support by reblogging! My asks are open <3 My work is my own and is not to be published elsewhere. I only publish on this account on tumblr. Enjoy.
As the last weeks of your pregnancy approached, you found yourself nestled in the familiar confines of Quantico, Virginia, unable to accompany Aaron and the rest of the BAU team on their latest case in Savannah, Georgia. Instead, you opted to stay behind, offering your support to Penelope and the team as they delved into the intricacies of the investigation.
Little did you know that fate had other plans in store for you.
As the hours ticked by, you busied yourself at the FBI offices, keeping Penelope company and offering assistance wherever you could. But then, in the blink of an eye, everything changed. Your water broke unexpectedly, catching you completely off guard as a wave of panic swept over you.
Thankfully, Penelope sprang into action, guiding you gently to the hospital as you grappled with the sudden onset of labor. With each passing moment, the anticipation and excitement grew, mingling with a hint of trepidation as you awaited Aaron's arrival.
True to his nature, Aaron was consumed with worry and distraction as he grappled with the case in Savannah. Despite Rossi's best efforts to convince him to return to Virginia, Aaron knew that his place was with the team, and he remained steadfast in his determination to see the case through to its conclusion.
Meanwhile, Penelope provided a lifeline of communication between you and Aaron, sending messages of reassurance and updates on your progress as you prepared to welcome your little one into the world.
As the hours stretched on, the BAU team worked tirelessly to catch the unsub, their determination fueled by the knowledge that you were counting on them. And finally, their efforts paid off, culminating in the apprehension of the perpetrator and a swift return to Quantico.
With the case resolved and the team's mission accomplished, Aaron wasted no time in rushing to your side, his heart pounding with a mixture of relief and anticipation. And as he entered the hospital room, his eyes met yours in a moment of shared understanding and love.
Together, you welcomed your baby boy into the world, his arrival marking the beginning of a new chapter in your lives as a family. And as you introduced him to Jack and the rest of the team, a sense of overwhelming joy washed over you, reaffirming the bond that held you all together.
With a smile of pure happiness, you whispered his name to Aaron, the words carrying a promise of love and devotion that would endure for a lifetime.
"Eli Hotchner," you said softly, your voice filled with pride and wonder. "Welcome to the world, little one. You are already so loved."
As Aaron stood by your side, gazing down at your newborn son with awe and adoration, a sense of profound gratitude washed over him. Despite the chaos and uncertainty of the past few hours, he felt an overwhelming sense of peace settle over him as he took in the sight of his growing family.
With tears glistening in his eyes, Aaron reached out to gently cradle Eli in his arms, his heart swelling with love as he marveled at the tiny bundle of joy before him. In that moment, all the worries and stresses of the world faded away, replaced by an overwhelming sense of joy and wonder.
As the hours passed, you and Aaron basked in the glow of parenthood, reveling in the precious moments shared with your newborn son. From late-night feedings to tender cuddles, each passing moment served as a reminder of the incredible journey that lay ahead.
And as the rest of the BAU team filed into the hospital room, their faces lit up with joy as they caught sight of Eli for the first time. Jack, in particular, beamed with pride as he admired his new baby brother, his excitement palpable as he eagerly offered to help care for him.
With the support of your friends and colleagues by your side, you and Aaron embarked on the adventure of parenthood together, navigating the ups and downs with unwavering determination and love. And as you looked around at the smiling faces gathered in the hospital room, you knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, you would face them together as a family.
As the days turned into weeks and the weeks into months, Eli grew stronger and more curious with each passing day, his bright eyes filled with wonder as he explored the world around him. And through it all, Aaron and you remained steadfast in your commitment to each other and to your growing family, cherishing each moment and savoring the precious memories created along the way.
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The annual BAU Halloween Costume Competition (Spencer Reid x fem!Bau reader)
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Summary: Spencer wants to win a costume competition, but wins your heart instead.  Word Count: 2.6K Warnings: Other than cursing? extreme fluff.  A/N: Happy Halloreid and Gublerween everyone!! and if you celebrate it, happy Ieroween as well!  Masterlist
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No one could ever say Penelope Garcia threw lousy Halloween parties. They were always fun, with the best food and theme. Over the years, she had organized incredible celebrations for the entire BAU family. It was her moment to shine. Decorations were always spot on, the altar was always ready for pictures of long-lost loved ones. There were theme cocktails and food, but by far, the most important event of the night was the Halloween costume competition.
It had started as a joke during their first Halloween celebration, and over the years, it had turned into the main event of the night. Each year, Penelope made sure she had a prize for the winner of first place and a little something for second and third. In fact, she usually got something for everybody who participated in the party, 'cos that's the kind of host Garcia was.
And that year wasn't the exception.
The entire team was excited about the celebration. They needed a moment to relax after the last couple of cases they had had. Well, the entire team except for Spencer Walter Reid. Instead of looking forward to the celebration, he was freaking out trying to find the best costume to finally win the BAU Costume Competition. Why? because he was the only member of the team who had never won first place. Hell! He never even got second or third. He just got a participation price every year. And he hated it.
Halloween was Spencer's favorite holiday. He wasn't really into Christmas, it was too emotional and it reminded him of all the holidays he spent alone with his mother growing up, and how sometimes she wouldn't even remember it was Christmas. New Year wasn't his type of celebration 'cos he wasn't a party guy. He didn't enjoy clubbing and his definition of a fun evening included a bunch of books, herbal tea, and his couch. Not to mention Valentines. That was a miserable holiday for Reid. He never had a date that day, and the only girl he wanted to ask out was - at least according to his own words - way out of his league. So, to sum it up, Spencer's favorite holiday was Halloween and he couldn't even win a work costume competition.
He felt it was personal that year. He had to win. He had to have his moment of joy.
- "See you all guys tonight in my house!"- Garcia was beaming as she stood in front of the team that October 31st during their daily morning meeting.- "Everything is ready! We are going to have so much fun!"
- "We'll be there at seven. Savannah is very excited."- Morgan clapped his hands once and chuckled- "And you can all forget about winning this year's costume contest, 'cos me and my girl are gonna kill it."
- "I don't know, me and Will have a matching costume that could be the best one yet."- JJ smiled confidently at Morgan and Spencer frowned.
- "Do couples' costumes get more points?"- the young doctor asked, confused.
- "No, but they are fun!"- Garcia explained with a huge grin. - "Do you have your costume ready, boy wonder?"
- "Yes, and I don't mean to get cocky, but I'm sure this year you are all going to be amazed."- Reid answered with a smirk on his face.
- "No more Doctor Who then?"- Emily teased, chuckling- "You didn't knit any scarf this year."
- "My knitting skills are saved for Whovian's conventions only."- Spencer replied, making Em laugh. - "And I won't say a thing about my costume, it will be a surprise."
- "Hey, Spencer."- Garcia whispered and grabbed his sleeve as they all walked out of the briefing room, forcing him to stay behind with her.- "I was wondering if you are planning to ask (Y/N) out, or if you are going together to the party."
And Spencer's heart stopped. He opened his eyes and stared at his friend in disbelief. Not that he thought no one knew about his crush on his teammate. He just wasn't ready to deal with it just yet.
- "Ok, breathe, Reid!"- Garcia shook his arm as he nearly panicked in silence, standing in front of her. - "You don't have to do anything you don't want to, but it's getting painful to watch. She likes you too!"
- "I don't... I don't feel."- Spencer tried to rearrange the words in his head, but failed. Instead, all he managed to do was frown and sigh.
- "Wow, an IQ of 187 slashed to nothing just like that. It's amazing. You hear the legends about it, but when you see it happen, it's disturbing."- Penelope did her best not to laugh at Spencer's humiliated face. His cheeks were burning as he kept trying to explain what was happening inside his brilliant brain.
- "You don't get it, I can't ask (Y/N) out! We work together! We are on the same FBI team! What if it doesn't work? What if I lose my friend all because I thought I had a shot with her? or worse! What if she doesn't like me that way, and she laughs in my face? How do I work with her after that?"
- "But how do you live with yourself now?"- Garcia whispered after Spencer's speech.- "You are alone, loving a girl in silence. That's even worse than failing. That's just being miserable."
Spencer didn't reply. He stared at Garcia in silence as she cut him a short smile and gave him a small hug.
- "I know you love Halloween, maybe tonight could be your night."
That poor man just wanted to win a simple Halloween costume contest, and now he wasn't sure he actually wanted to go to that celebration.
Spencer took his time getting ready for the party. He had picked a Beetlejuice costume that went with his crazy natural hair. He did his makeup, put on the stripped suit, combed his crazy hair, and stared at his reflection in the mirror.
- "You might not get the girl tonight, but you are getting your first prize in that costume competition."- he assured himself in the mirror before leaving his bathroom, ready to go to Garcia's.
- "Reid! Wait for me!"- (Y/N) shouted as she ran to cross the street, holding her bag and wig in place. Spencer turned and stared at her, feeling the wind was knocked out of his lungs. She looked hot. Not good. Hot. Smoking hot. So hot he couldn't help but scan her outfit up and down before he even tried to speak. She was dressed as Lydia Deetz, wearing a red dress that hugged her body in all the right places.
- "Wh... wh... w... wow."- that was all he could say when she smiled at him staring at his costume.
- "I know, right?! I can't believe we are matching!! I had no idea you were coming as Beetlejuice!"
- "I... when I... I really... wow."- Spencer was glad no one could see him making a fool out of himself. Well. no one but the co-worker he loved. Yet, he knew if Morgan or Rossi saw him, it would be worse.
- "You look amazing, Spencer!"- (Y/N) smiled and rubbed his arm as he just stared at her, trying to form an intelligent sentence.
- "Thank you, so do you."- that was all he managed to say. (Y/N) continued smiling as she walked inside the building and into the elevator. Spencer just followed her in silence, trying to make his brain function again.
- "Oh my god!! You look amazing (Y/N)!"- Garcia nearly yelled as she opened the door and found her teammates in the hall. - "And! Oh, Jesus!! You are matching costumes too! This is amazing!"- Spencer smiled, awkwardly, thinking his friend was already one or two cocktails in, which meant that in about half an hour she was potentially going to start embarrassing him in front of (Y/N).
- "So you really wanted the extra point for matching costumes?"- JJ teased Spencer as he and (Y/N) walked into the apartment.
- "You said there were no extra points!"- he replied immediately, hoping no one would start teasing him right away. Because, obviously they would.
- "There are no extra points, but there is extra fun when you get back home."- Morgan teased him, holding Savannah's waist as she stood next to him.- "Is that your plan too, kids?"
- "You guys look amazing!"- (Y/N) ignored Derek's comment and smiled at them. They were dressed as Aladdin and Princess Jazmine.
- "Not really creepy, though."- Spencer added.- "And Halloween is the night to be creepy."
- "You are creepy all year long."- Morgan's snarky comment was ignored when Garcia walked over with drinks for everybody. JJ and Will were dressed as Harley Quinn and The Joker, Rossi was dressed as Dracula, Hotch was Neo, from Matrix, Emily was Mia Wallace from Pulp Fiction, and Garcia was Tiffany, Chucky's girlfriend. Sergio, her cat, was walking around the apartment in a tiny Chucky costume.
If you asked Spencer, he was sure he had a chance to win the competition that year. If only he could focus on it. But with (Y/N) dressed as his character's bride, dancing with Em and JJ, he had trouble thinking clearly.
- "Ok, loverboy. How did you manage to keep it in the dark about this?"- Derek asked Spencer after an hour or so into the celebration. Reid was standing next to a table, holding a drink and staring at (Y/N) dancing, not even being subtle.
- "About what?"
- "You two are clearly together. When did that happen?"
- "What? No... we... I am... she doesn't. We aren't.... no!"- he tried to explain and failed in the process. Derek raised an eyebrow staring at him, and Reid made his best effort to explain his mind. - "We didn't plan this, it just happened. I had no idea she was gonna show up dressed as Lydia."
- "Kid, you don't have to lie anymore. I'm glad things worked your way."
- "We are not together. She doesn't... we haven't. It.. it's not gonna happen, Ever!"- Spencer wanted to storm out, but he stayed still. Instead of leaving, he turned around and looked at the table, avoiding eye contact with anyone in the room. Morgan walked a step closer and stood next to his friend.
- "You didn't plan this? You are not dating?"- and Reid just shook his head,- "And what are you waiting for?"
- "It's not gonna work."
- "Of course it won't. Not if you have a lousy attitude. She loves you, stop being a coward and kiss her."
- "Easy for you to say, no girl has ever rejected you."
- "Come on, kid. Stop feeling sorry for yourself. As far as I know, she likes you too. Now go there and ask her to dance."- before Spencer could argue, Morgan walked away. And the young doctor stood there, staring at the guacamole bowl, not able to move.
- "What caught your eyes?"- (Y/N)'s voice nearly gave him a heart attack. She just stood next to him with a big smile and stared at the food on the table.- "Hungry?"
- "I'm... I'm... the cheese board looks great."- he mumbled and mentally facepalmed himself for making such a stupid comment.
- "It does! Garcia has really outdone herself this year. And last year was already pretty awesome."- Spencer didn't reply, he just stared at the food, avoiding eye contact, in a desperate attempt to keep his brain working. But (Y/N) just sighed, and after a few seconds of silence, she just walked away. Reid closed his eyes and bit his lips.
- "Well done, asshole. You really know how to look like a jerk."- he argued with himself.
- "Everybody! Get together! we are gonna vote for this year's best costume!"- Penelope clapped a few times and stood in front of the group, next to the altar with pictures of their loved ones.
- "As every year, we'll choose the winner with our clap-o-meter"- which they didn't really have, but the costume with the louder reaction from the team was the winner.
- "First we have the Joker and Harley Quinn."- JJ and Will walked to the front and the entire room started clapping.
- "Then we have Aladdin and Jasmine."- Morgan held Savannah's hand and walked in front of their friends. Everybody clapped as Savannah did a little dance and Morgan rubbed a golden lamp. Spencer looked at (Y/N), she was clapping and smiling, looking as happy as ever.
- "Next one, Beetlejuice and Ly..."
- "No!"- Spencer interrupted Garcia, raising his arm.- "We didn't come together as a couple."- and as soon as he delivered those words, Spencer turned and looked at (Y/N). Her smile was long gone from her face. Instead, she stared at him in shock. She was hurt, she was embarrassed. And most of all, she was storming out of the apartment.
- "Shit!"- Spencer whispered as she quickly followed her, as all their friends stared at them in silence. They were all thinking pretty much the same: he had fucked it up and he better fixed it.
- "(Y/N) wait!"- Spencer ran after her and held her arm before she reached the stairs.-
- "No, Spencer! I'm done! I know you hate me, but you don't have to be so mean! I thought we could work together and be civil, but clearly, you don't stand me! So, please! let me go home so you can enjoy your evening at peace."
Spencer stared at her in shock. That's what he had accomplished. That she thought he hated her. And all because he didn't know how to act around her anymore.
- "(Y/N), no. I don't hate you."
- "Don't lie! You are just gonna make it worse. I know you hate me, you never talk to me, you walk away whenever I show up, and clearly, you don't wanna participate in a silly costume competition with me!"- (Y/N) pulled her arm from Spencer's hand and started walking down the stairs. But before she could go too far, Spencer held her hand and stopped her.
- "I don't hate you, I fucking love you! I have no idea how to act when you are around! I can't even speak when you are looking at me!"- he blurted out, not even thinking. (Y/N) stared at him, frowning. None of them said a word for a few seconds until she managed to whisper.
- "What?"
- "I... love... I love you."- Spencer repeated, in a softer voice. (Y/N) took a step closer and tried to read his face, looking for any sign of deceit. But there wasn't. Instead, he stared at her in adoration, waiting to see if his words had had any kind of effect on her.
- "You do?"- she asked, and Spencer blinked, nodding- "'Cos I love you too. So much."- she whispered, blushing.
- "You... do?"- Spencer nearly choked with the words. (Y/N) nodded and smiled, as the two of them fell silent one more time
- "Now kiss the girl, damn it!!"- Rossi yelled from inside the apartment, making them giggle. Spencer held (Y/N)'s hand and moved closer to her, staring right at her lips. She smiled in anticipation and nearly had a heart attack when she felt Spencer's lips on hers, kissing her so slowly, carefully, and sweetly, like she was made of crystal.
After a few seconds, they moved apart from each other and simply smiled, still in disbelief.
- "Do you... wanna go back inside?"- (Y/N) whispered, and pointed to Garcia's apartment.
- "Or... would you like to go out on a date?"- Spencer suggested, and her eyes shone in excitement.
- "A date on Halloween sounds like the best plan ever. But I thought this year you wanted to win the costume contest."
- "A date with you is the best prize ever."- Spencer replied and held her hand, leading the way downstairs. 
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alovesongtheywrote · 5 months
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holy crap girl… nightmare academia, i just wanna smush them into a locked room together AHHHHH
♥ Summary: oh man, you're not the only one. in this chapter of nightmare academia, morgan and garcia hijack a prank. [Prof!Spencer Reid x GN-Prof!Reader]
♥ Warnings: none?
♥ A/N: careful babes, the plot's getting closer
♥ Word Count: 1402
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“BABY GIRL, YOU’RE NOT GONNA BELIEVE THIS!” Morgan exclaimed as he burst into Garcia’s Batcave.  He probably wasn’t loud enough to warrant all-caps, but he was definitely excited enough to warrant all-caps, and that’s why Garcia spun around in her chair, preemptive excitement building up inside of her.
“What is it?  Is someone dead?  Is someone pregnant?  Are you pregnant?  Am I gonna be a god-mom?  Again?”
“What?  No.  Guess who I just got off the phone with.”
“Savannah?  JJ?  Hotch?  Blake?  Reid?”
“Well, it's none of those, but you’re close enough with that last one, so I’m just gonna give it to you,” Morgan leaned in, showing Penelope his phone screen as she clapped her hands together in excitement.  Your name was the first one in the call log.
Garcia’s perfectly glossed lips popped open, “Is that-!?  Is that Spencer’s-!?”
“And are they-!?”
“They are just as perfect for him as we suspected, if not more.”
“Wh- well, why did they call, what did they want?”
“Well, first, they wanted information on the rabies case, which I thought was weird until-”
Penelope cut him off with a gasp, “He’s using horrific case facts to keep them at a distance!”
“Something like that?  Apparently, he’s using horrific case facts for quote-unquote, vengeance. The lovebirds aren't as romantic as we thought.”
"Is it a case of enemies to lovers?"
Morgan paused, raising an eyebrow, "I'm gonna need you to elaborate, baby girl."
"You know! Enemies to lovers! The romantic trope where they go from bitter enemies to the most adorable of spouses! Oh, that is right out of a rom-com!”
"Whatever you say, doll," Morgan continued, “But I'm pretty sure there aren't a lot of rom-coms that involve rabies in any capacity."
"That's because you haven't seen enough of them. Anyway, tell me more about the call! What happened next!"
"Well, initially, they told me they were a criminal justice student, but they made the mistake of using their real name.”
“What did you do!?”
“I played along with it until I asked them where they’d heard about the case- they folded fast, but I assured them that when it comes to Reid, I am the prank master.”
Garcia kept a smile on her face, even though she knew her friend was technically wrong, “I mean… technically you’re not.  He beat you with that screaming thing, on the plane.  Remember?”
“Oh yes, I remember.  I also remember that you had a lil’ something to do with that, which means, Reid cheated and I am the prank master.”
“Well, technically I am the prank mistress- but whatever, it’s all digressions, what happened next?”
“Well, I volunteered to be a part of their next prank.”
“Which is?”
“Stealing all of pretty boy’s mugs and rigging the cabinet they’re stored in to scream at him every time it opens.”
“Ah, so this is revenge for both of you.”
“Perhaps,” Morgan’s smile betrayed the truth.
“I love it.  There’s just one thing- Morgan, my lovely, do you have the technical knowledge to make that happen?”
“Well, I’ve definitely got the physical knowledge.  Cabinets are easy, the mechanical parts are all in the bag- but we do need a little assistance from you.”
“From moi?” Penelope gasped, though it sounded like she had been expecting this outcome.  Mostly because she had.
“We need a little bit of programming work that the genius won’t see coming.  So, are you in?” 
“Now that, gorgeous, sounds like a conspiracy.  I’m in.”
Garcia spun in her chair, turning back to face her monitor before immediately turning back to face Morgan, “For the record, we will be sabotaging this plan so that it backfires on both of them and makes them fall in love, oui?”
“Baby girl, would I have come to you if that wasn’t the plan?”
“You would not, and that is precisely why I love you.”
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You did your best not to sing the Mission Impossible theme as you carried out your part of the prank.  You failed.  The theme just came out of you as you took the mugs two by two from Reid’s office and into yours.  
Once you’d stolen Reid’s horde of mugs, you set the trap in place.  You had to be incredibly careful.  Derek Morgan’s instructions had been very specific, and you followed them to the letter.  While you wouldn’t usually work with the FBI, this was a special case.  This was necessary.
And lord, was your little mechanism a beautiful one.  You gave it a quick test, closing the cabinet door before swinging it open again- once the dulcet sounds of screaming met your ears, you slammed it shut again.
You’d done so just in time.  
“Professor (L/N), I’m not sure if you’re aware, but this isn’t your office.”
“I’m not aware of anything, Reid- I mean, we’ve been over this, honey, I’m fucking stupid.  Y’know, I’m starting to worry about that eidetic memory of yours.”
“Don’t,” he stepped into the office, standing with you behind the desk, “It’s none of your concern.”
The two of you stood there for a moment, close enough that you could almost feel his breath across your lips.  If you wanted to, you could reach out and touch his chest- you could fuck with his perpetually crooked tie, but god, why would you?
It was clear that he was waiting for you to move.  When you actually did move out of his way, it shocked him.
He kept his eyes on you, watching wearily as you wandered through the small box of his office.  You examined every book and every doctorate the room had to offer- and he never stopped looking.  He expected you to say something, do something, or hurt him superficially with a mean comment or a dumb prank, but you didn’t do anything.
With his focus still on you, Reid opened the mug cabinet.
Screams filled the room.  Spencer jumped back, smacking into one of his bookshelves before sliding halfway down the wall.  He took several books down with him, knocking them to the ground as his slender fingers grasped helplessly for purchase somewhere.  
Your laughter echoed in his ears, a grating, awful, beautiful sound mixed in with the clatter of falling objects.  He could feel his heart pounding in his chest.  Adrenaline filled each and every one of his limbs.
He was going to kill you for this.  
“(L/N)!” he yelled out your name, struggling to pull himself up from his half-bent position.  You’d never heard him sound so angry- and you couldn’t stop laughing.
“Are you-” you wheezed, “Are you okay?”
“No!  Come here and help me up!”
There he was- his voice took on a higher pitch, signalling his indignation.  You walked over, offering him a hand up.  Of course, he immediately pulled you down to his level.  You both collapsed to the floor, you with a screech and Reid with a triumphant cry.  
He sat against the bookshelf, a little dishevelled but overall okay.  You just gave up, lying on the floor with your head inches from Reid’s thigh.  The mechanism in the cabinet kept screaming in the background.
“So, how’d you pull this one off?” Spencer asked, speaking over your laughter.
“Made a couple of calls.  Got in touch with the FBI.  I’d tell you more, but I’d have to kill you.”
"Wow, you contacted the FBI about me? I must really bother you, doctor."
"Not in the slightest. You're a minor nuisance at best."
“I'm sure. So, did Morgan help you with this?  Did Garcia?”
“Maybe both of them. Maybe a little bit.”
Spencer sighed, “You are all terrible.”
“I wish I could say I was sorry.”
The two of you stayed there on the ground for a moment, just listening to the sound of screaming.  Then, the sound changed- smooth saxophone emanated from the cabinet.  You recognized that melody.  Was that?  No, it couldn’t be-
“Is that Careless Whisper?”
You and Reid stayed frozen on the floor.  The voice of George Michael spilled over you, barely covering the awkward silence.  Eventually, you sat up and shut the cabinet.  The song didn’t stop.  You bit your lip, and when you spoke again it was through clenched teeth.
“Do- do your friends want us to fuck?”
“I hate to say it, but… I think they do,” he paused for a moment, “Hey, (L/N)?  Where are my mugs?”
♥ Tags: @icarusignite, @usuallyunlikelyfox, @maraudersforlife2005, @fictionalcomforts
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jennifer jareau x black!femme!reader
includes derek and savannah morgan, emily prentiss, luke alvez, tara lewis, emily prentiss, matt simmons, penelope garcia and spencer reid. no mentions of rossi or the others. mentions will.
After two years of dating JJ, mostly behind closed doors, you finally meet JJ's friends.
Basic fluff
Unspecified age gap, but reader is an adult. Reader is related to Savannah. Mentions of divorce. Mentions of coming out. Nondescript mentions of sexual conduct. Mentions of drunkenness. Hints at past-Jemily. No use of Y/N.
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not really sure how i feel about this. sorry. it's not my favorite thing, and can't say im super proud of it tbh. but, it kind of helped my rut.
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JJ found herself tinkering with the watch on her wrist. Tonight was going to be an important night. You were finally meeting the team. It had been on the books for weeks, and it had taken months for you to have been able to mention it with her eyes nearing jumping out of their sockets. They were her family, after all. And, you? You were special. She wasn't sure what she was worried most about, them not liking you or you not liking them.
She sighs, pushing herself off the frame of the front door. You should have been out of the bathroom right now.
"Are you almost ready?"
You dropped your arms, just enough that the mascara in your hands is no longer close to your eye. She's called out to you, not even five minutes ago. Three minutes was generous, even. It was starting to get a bit, frustrating.
"Jennifer!" You call back with nothing else to really say after. You just want her to hear in your tone how tired you are of her asking. After a moment, you hear footsteps, and you huff. She steps into the bathroom, and you look up in the mirror. She's ready, and she looks good. Casual enough, jeans and teeshirt. Her make up was minimal, but she looked gorgeous, as usual. You speak up before she does, "Baby, stop bugging me. I'm getting ready, okay? We finna go to a bar, not a dinner reservation. Can you just stop rushing me?"
JJ ignores the question, zeroing in on your middle statement. "Exactly, we are going to a bar to meet them. So, what's all this? You don't have to go all out for them."
"You should know better than to think I'm getting gussied up for anyone but me." You retort, finishing up your mascara.
"You look beautiful, already," she sighs, leaning against the bathroom doorframe, "Can't you just, wrap it up? Your makeup looks about done."
You twist the cap back on your mascara and look up at her with a smile as you know what you're about to say is not going to be music to her ears. "My makeup is done. Now, I have to do my hair."
JJ groans, turning her body away from you. Her back, now, flat against the frame, she leans back against it. Eyes closed with a deep exhale, she slides down a wall. You have the most beautiful, artful head of hair ever. And, damn, if you didn't do a damn good job about making it into any masterpiece you wanted. But, God, did it take forever. She texts her team that you guys are going to be a little late, tells that they she would like them to meet you while they are at least mostly sober.
Emily reads JJ's text and sighs. She slides her phone into her back pocket, annoucing, "Beers only, for now, guys. They're going to be here a little late, and JJ wants us to be fairly sober when they get here."
Matt takes a swig of his bottle, "Did she say how long they were gonna be?"
"Uh, no, but she said her girlfriend was doing her hair," Emily answers, shrugging, "So, it shouldn't be too much longer." Derek and Savannah exchange looks before laughing. Seeing as Savannah had introduced JJ to you, she and Derek were the only ones who knew anything about you. Including how you looked, and more particularly, knew it would take a bit of time for you to do your hair. Emily squinted, as did the rest of the team, "What's so funny?"
Savannah amused, shakes her head while Derek answers through his laughter, "Nothing, I'm just saying that, if JJ wants us to be sober when they show up then we should switch to water."
The team talks amongst themselves, enjoying their night out. The first night out in a while, that they've gotten to enjoy Derek and Savannah's company. So, they make the most of it, while they wait. In fact, they were having such a good time, they had completely lost track of how long they had been waiting. The filled their drinking gap alternating between beers and water, and occassionally, ordering a round of shots. Then, the door opens, and Penelope gasps about someone so gorgeous she felt blinded. The team follows her line of sight, set directly on the door. As Savannah jumps up excitedly and moves around Derek to approach you, JJ walks in right behind you, after having just held the door for you. You grab her hand the moment she's close enough.
"Damn," Luke exhales, "JJ's girlfriend is.." He trails off, catching himself before he finds himself on the recieving end of pointed looks and the back Garcia's hand smacking his chest.
Maybe it's because he cut himself off, maybe it's because everyone's too busy staring with their jaws knocking between their ankles but neither reactions come. Instead, they just hum along while Emily lets out a quiet, "Tell me about it."
Derek laughs, "Pick your jaws up off the floor before they get here and JJ catches your eyes."
Matt is the first pull his eyes away and thus, respond. "Aw, c'mon, JJ doesn't really strike me as the possessive type."
Emily, getting flashbacks from years ago, tears her eyes away from the couple, getting this far away look in her eye as she murmurs, "Oh, yes, she is."
Matt, Luke and Tara give her a curious look as Reid, Derek and Garcia exchange looks because they know where Emily's mind went. Before Emily went to London, things between the two of them, made team nights out really uncomfortable sometimes. Even moreso, when Will was with them, confused as they were. How JJ didn't realize she was gay until two years ago will forever be something that confuses them. When they get closer, they stand in anticipation to greet the stunning couple. When they are within earshot, the group clammers over the sound of each other's voices to greet JJ, who's arm is tight on your waist because Luke still has that glazed over look in his eye when he looks at you. Dumbstruck and in love, and your body is going to pay the cost of that later.
"I'm sorry we're late," JJ says, after greeting her team back.
You smile, "It takes work to be this pretty."
"No, it doesn't," JJ argues, "You're always that beautiful."
Penelope squeals, "You guys are so cute." She locks eyes on you, pointing, "You, you are gorgeous."
You laugh, extending your hand to her, "You must be Garcia," and when she excitedly confirms, shaking your hand with a vigor you should have been expecting but was still surprised by, you introduce yourself to her. Letting go of her hand, Emily introduces herself to you and you make your way around the group. Before getting around to Derek and hugging him instead of shaking his hand.
"Oh, so you know two know each other?" Emily asks.
JJ's eyes sparkle as she bites back a laugh, looking at Derek and Savannah both, "You guys didn't tell them?"
Reid squints, "What was he supposed to tell us?"
"You were being so secretive about your relationship, I didn't say a thing." He answers.
You answer Reid, "They," pointing to Derek and Savannah, "introduced us."
"Wait," Tara asks, motioning between you and Derek and Savannah, "So, how is it that you know each other."
JJ immediately goes cherry red as you look at her, seeing if she would be willing to answer since she brought it up, and all. You laugh. She's still mildly embarrassed, certainly not ashamed, but it's still a fact that flusters her.
"She," you start, pointing to Savannah, "is my Aunt." Derek laughs as jaws drop and JJ's eyes become wide and glued to the floor. Luke and Tara start making cradle robbing jokes at JJ's expense, and you didn't think it was possible for her to become more red, but she did. You defend her, "To be fair, it took me six months of relentlessness for her to see me as the adult woman that I am, so please, hop up off my woman." And, you laugh, but you're kind of serious. You've never loved age gap jokes from the outside, and you weren't comfortable enough yet with JJ's friends for you to find them funny.
Savannah slides back into the conversation, "Okay, also, to be fair, I became an aunt rather early in life. So."
Now, they're dying to know how you two met, exactly. Which makes JJ's blush deepen because she does remember the first time she saw you. You think those six months of your effort was because she didn't see you as a woman, but it was really more because she was trying not to see you as a woman. The moment she saw you, she isn't going to say she fell in love with you, but she definitely imagined herself fucking you. In so many ways, so many positions. She imagined the way your moans and whimpers would sound in her ear, imagined how your sweat and arousal would taste on her tongue.
She had only recently truly realized she liked women; it's why she and Will separated, why he went back to New Orleans, and she hadn't even verbalized her newfound self discovery outloud to herself, much less to anyone else.
Furthermore, she had been leaning heavily on Derek and Savannah during this difficult time, as he and Savannah were helping her out with the boys. So, the very last thing she needed to be doing so imagining all the ways she could possibly having their niece screaming her name, but that's what she was doing. And, your sizing her up and giving her those flirtatious glances did her zero favors. Then, you started giving her more than suggestive glances, and she thought the devil sent you to her. So, not wanting to complicate her friendship with the Morgans, she did her best to keep a respective distance, but you made it so hard every single time she saw you. Because you'd openly wanted her just about as much as she wanted you in her mind.
Eventually, the two of you found yourself to be alone, and JJ did her best, but the chemistry was electric. After six months of trying to do the right thing, she had ended up absolutely railing you in your bedroom. And, you were caught as soon as Derek and Savannah came back home with the kids. So, as JJ blushed and blushed and avoided every eye in the room as you weren't shy about it at all, though, thankfully, you did spare them all the sweetest details.
"A go getter," Matt nodded, thinking back to when he met Kristy, lifting his beer to tip at you, "I respect it."
Emily's mind did some quick math, "Wait, is she the reason you came out?"
"Well," JJ looked at you with that lovesick twinkle in her eyes, "She certainly helped."
"I wasn't sure you would ever come out," Reid chimes in. And, everyone mutters their agreeance. If what Emily, Derek and Penelope are doing can be considered muttering.
"Aye," you speak, defensively. JJ looks slightly offended, and slightly is enough for you to say something, "Some journeys are longer and harder than others. She came out when she was ready."
"Protective, too," Tara notes, looking at JJ, "I like her." And, she's not the only one to say so.
The conversation shifts as they pry to get to know you. Penelope fires a million questions at you, and she's pushy about you answering. Apparently, she had tried to look you up, but you aren't active enough on your socials to give her much insight. She was firing questions at you a mile a minute, and you were just as honest as you needed to be. You were losing track of how many questions you'd answered in this, and sensing your tiredness, JJ slides in to your rescue.
"Penelope," She cuts her off mid question, "This isn't going to be the only time you see her," She gives that smile, the one does when things are tense. Or, when she's nervous. Or, when she's forcing herself to be polite, "Leave some mystery to her."
"Right, right," Penelope concedes, "I'm sorry. I've just waited so long to meet you, and now that I'm meeting you my excitement has not wound down because you're so stunning, and you two are stunning together, and JJ has been so happy. I've never seen JJ this happy, not ever since I've known her, and I didn't even realize she wasn't quite happy until I've seen her truly happy, and seeing her happy just makes me so happy," she leans forward, takes one of your hands in both of hers, "I am so happy that you make her so happy. Thank you for making her so happy."
Your eyes soften as her ramble comes to an end, and when you look at JJ, she's give you that puppy eyed look she only seems to fix on you. You steal a small kiss from her, and Reid averts his eyes out of respect while the rest of the table coos at the two of you like children do.
It makes you keep the kiss short. JJ rolls her eyes when she pulls away and looks back at them, but even so, there's a fondess to the action. She switches the conversation, though. Takes it to something more casual and pulls the focus away from you and y'all's relationship. Things amongst the group settle easy then. You guys have plenty of drinks and you have so much more fun than you expected. You didn't expect things to go badly, but you honestly hadn't expected to mesh with everyone so well.
By the end of the night, the only person good enough to drive is Derek, and you all find yourselves cramming up in his SUV, heading back to his place for an impromptu, drunken sleepover. With the exception of Matt, who has Kristy come and pick him up. When you back to yours and your Aunt Savannah's house, you give Reid, Tara, Luke and Penelope some blankets for them to set themselves up and pass out in the living room while you and JJ go curl up in each other's arms in your room.
"Your friends are nice," you murmur against her neck, drifting off to sleep in her arms.
JJ -- both too tired and too drunk to revel in the newly formed bond between her favorite people -- simply falls asleep right after you with a faint smile on her lips.
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So It Goes. . . (PART I)
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Summary: When Spencer sees a familiar face in a bar, he can't resist starting something new with her.
CW: Drinking, flirting, implied age gap, sexual talk, dating (Spencer Reid x Fem Reader) Smut in next part
Word Count: 4300 words
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So It Goes. . .
He was definitely too old to be there. 
Too old or too boring, but whatever it was Spencer knew that he’s too Spencer to be at a bar like that. Derek insisted and Spencer, despite heavy protest, was unable to resist the charms of Derek Morgan. Granted, Spencer hadn’t seen Derek in nearly three months. Between quitting the BAU and starting a tenure track position at the university, Spencer didn’t find much time for friends. It’s strange to describe Derek as a friend though. He’s more than that. Derek’s family. 
“So tell me,” Derek started, drumming his fingers on the bar table top. He nursed a beer while Spencer had already ordered a third root beer. “Who are you taking home tonight?” 
“Excuse me, Morgan,” Spencer said. He nearly got root beer up his nose at Derek’s insinuation, “I’m not taking anyone home. I’m not–” 
“No, no, no. You need to get laid. That’s exactly what you need. It’s been what? Five months?” 
“Two months,” Spencer corrected. “And Jon wasn’t... I really liked him,” 
“Well minus the leaving the dirty dishes in the sink overnight,” Derek teased. He rolled his eyes, never quite understanding Spencer’s need for cleanliness in the kitchen. 
“It was a gross habit from a man that I thought could do no wrong,” Spencer said. He shrugged his shoulders as he sipped his root beer. “Oh and he was married, but that’s not why I ended it with him,” 
It was Derek’s turn to spit out the beer. He scrunched his nose in discomfort and Spencer handed him a paper napkin to mop up the mess. 
“But that’s not why you ended things?” Derek said. He shook his head as he mopped up the spilt beer, “Damn, Reid,” 
“Really? That’s all you’ve got? Damn, Reid?” 
“Yeah, well. I’m not sure what to say,” 
“How about we just drop the conversation entirely? I’m not bringing anyone home tonight. It’s already almost 10:30. That means we’re going to finish this round, I’ll drive you home, crash on your couch and we’ll take Hank and Stephanie for waffles for breakfast. I know Savannah needs a break from you all,” 
Derek smiled. He brought his beer bottle to his lips, letting the rim rest on his bottom lip as his eyes twinkled in the low bar light. “What if they’re really hot?” 
“Morgan.” 
“Fine, fine. I surrender. We’ll go for waffles in the morning. And I’ll leave you alone about ending up alone with ten cats and enough books to go on that show about hoarders,” Derek continued.
Spencer nodded his head. He’s certainly thankful for the switch in subjects. Even though he played the breakup with Jonathan as something that didn’t bother him, it really did. He did hate the dirty dishes, but dirty dishes meant that he wasn’t alone. He’ll take those dishes with red sauce stains and kitchen drawers filled with hot sauce packets from the Thai place, if it meant that he got the privilege of sharing his life with someone else.
Well, there’s always Penelope and Luke in California. He could just get a job at some beach town university, and live out his life as a perpetual third wheel. If anything, at least he found himself a backup plan. 
Derek, despite his best efforts at finding Spencer someone to go home with, neglected to bring up Spencer’s lack of love life for the rest of the night. He showed Spencer pictures of Hank and Stephanie at the park, at Hank’s tee-ball games, and Stephine’s handmade paintings. Derek Morgan, certified ladies’ man, had happily transformed himself into a proud father. Spencer liked this new change in Derek’s personality. It suited him. 
“Jeez, can you even believe we used to be that young once,” Derek lamented. He nodded his head towards the rowdy group of late twenty somethings. Spencer gave Derek a quizzical look. 
“One, I’m not old, I’m turning thirty-eight in 9 months. Two, I never was like that in my late twenties. And three, you’re still like that, even if you’re almost like fifty,” Spencer retorted. He sipped his root beer and set it down on the bar counter. Derek opened his mouth to counter Spencer’s statement, but was interrupted before he could speak. 
“Hey! I know you!” 
A woman, dressed in a tight and short black dress, appeared at Spencer’s side. She looked at him and then at Derek. She must have figured out that Spencer and Derek were together because her face transformed from a look of excitement to one of embarrassment. 
“Oops! I am such an idiot. You’re with a friend. God, I’m so sorry Doctor Reid,” she said, smacking her forehead in frustration.
“Don’t be,” Spencer said. He sighed, knowing exactly where this conversation will be headed once Y/N left. If Y/N left.
Of course this had to happen on a night where all Derek could talk about his Spencer getting laid. It’s completely unfortunate that the only person Spencer thought about sleeping with is the person standing before him, “Y/N, Derek, my good friend from my days at the BAU. And Derek, this is Y/N, my friend and the research librarian at the St. Phillips,” 
“Very nice to meet you. Derek Morgan, ex-FBI agent, current stay at home dad. And before you try, just know I have an amazing wife who’s a trauma surgeon,” he said. He stuck out his hand for Y/N to shake. And she did, of course. Spencer watched as his colleague laughed at his friend’s jokes and shook his hand. Silently, Spencer cursed his misfortune with flirting. Derek made it seem so easy. 
“Easy there, champ. You’re not the one I’ve got my eyes on,” Y/N said. She clutched her glass of dark brown booze. Maybe a Whisky Soda or an Old Fashioned? She seemed like the type to nurse a drink the whole night instead of getting sloppy on daiquiris.
He had to stop that. 
He must stop profiling every person he meets. 
“Now who might that be?” Derek asked. He wiggled his eyebrows in a manner that suggested he and Y/N knew exactly she was insinuating. 
“It’s a secret. A secret between me and Dr. Reid,” 
“How many times do I have to tell you to call me Spencer. We eat lunch together everyday, Ms. Y/L/N,” Spencer teased. He turned to look at her and eyed the pretty necklace that sat even prettier against her collarbones. He licked his lips, readjusting his eye line to a more appropriate area for colleagues. 
“You know I never listen,” Y/N said into her drink. She set it down against the bartop. “This seat taken?” 
Spencer felt a blush creep up his cheeks. Even though Derek was silent, he could hear his teasing voice play in his head. 
“I think we're about to leave. Something–” 
“You can have mine, sweetheart,” Derek told her. He slipped on his jacket and tossed a couple tens on the bar table, “Tell the bartender to add your root beers and your lady friend’s drinks to my tab, Spence” 
"I thought we’re going to do waffles in the morning,” Spencer inquired. He sent a look of warning to Derek, who, of course, shrugged his shoulders with a nonchalant grin. 
“Plans changed. And I’m here hoping you’ll be taking someone else out for waffles. Not me, a toddler, and kindergarten menaces,” he joked.
“Nice to meet you, Y/N. Treat my boy well,” he said as he winked at Y/N and slapped Spencer affectionately on his shoulder. 
Y/N laughed into her drink as Derek walked away. The chatter in the bar was quieter than it was before. Spencer could feel the awkwardness rise. Maybe it was the less than a professional setting. Maybe it was Y/N’s tight dress that did nothing to hide her body from him. It was hard to pay attention to anything, but come Monday morning, Spencer doesn’t think he’ll be able to look at her bulky cardigans and flowy dress pants the same again. 
“Well, I am so sorry for that. Derek is…” 
“A charmer?” Y/N offered. Spencer snuck a look at his companion. Her eyes twinkled in the low lighting, “I’m glad you got someone like that,” 
“Yeah, but I’m sorry that the conversation insinuated that I, uh, that I–” 
“Wanted to sleep with me?” Y/N finished. It was her turn to look at Spencer. He could feel the heat of her eyes on his face. His cheeks burned with a blush that he hadn’t felt in a long while. Perhaps not since Jon. 
God, he does not want to be thinking about his ex-boyfriend right now. 
“Um,” Spencer stalled, “I am not too sure how to answer that question without embarrassing myself,” 
“Okay, Dr. Reid,” Y/N chaffed, “Then will you play a game with me?” 
“A game,” Spencer asked. The heat he felt transformed into a chill. A chill that interested him. 
“A game with me,” Y/N explained, “Maybe you’ll get me to listen, after all,” 
Spencer adjusted his position on the barstool. In doing so, he moved closer to Y/N. They sat inches apart. He was so close to her that his knee brushed up against her knee. Maybe if he was bold enough, he’d rest his hand on her kneecap. He’d feel her cool skin against his warm palm. He wondered if she’d be excited at his touch; if she’d move closer and want more from him. 
“Dr. Reid,” Y/N pressed. She smiled at Spencer, who continued to stare off in place, “Looks like I’m not the only one who can’t listen,” 
Spencer smirked. He extended his arm to rest around the back of the bar chair. Y/N scooted closer to Spencer. He could smell the sweet perfume on her skin. It was something fruity like pineapple or mango. He wanted a taste. 
Of the liquor, of the perfume, of her. 
“I’m going to ask you to repeat the question,” Spencer told her. He took a gamble and brushed his thumb against Y/N’s shoulder blades. It must have been the correct move because Y/N moved closer into his touch. 
“I asked you if you wanted to play a game of Never Have I Ever,” 
“Is it a mood killer if I admit that I’ve never played?” Spencer asked. He was ready for the usual brush off, the silent phone call from a friend with an emergency. He was ready for this…whatever was to end before it even got started. But it never came. And it just might be fun to play a stupid game, even if it’s nearly twenty years too late. 
“Not at all,” 
“Good,” Spencer mumbled. He rested his hand on the bar top and had to resist the urge to groan when Y/N grabbed his hand. 
“So you hold your hand up like so. And then we will switch off asking questions and if it’s something you’ve done you put a finger down. We’ll figure out just how naughty the handsome Dr. Reid is,” 
“Handsome?” Spencer questioned, not hating the compliment. Y/N still had her fingers all over his hands. She threaded her fingers through his, maybe forgetting herself that she’s touching him that much. 
“Don’t you hear all the gossip around campus? The college girls can’t get enough of the brooding, hot professor?” Y/N whispered. Her eyes basked down to where their hands remained intertwined. Spencer couldn’t help but think about how good her hands looked all over his hands, 
“Brooding? God, you see this is what I get for being quiet. I’m not brooding. I’m just introverted,” Spencer huffed. His exasperation must have elicited a giggle from Y/N, but it turned into a much louder chuckle. 
“Okay, you’re not brooding. But 19-year old girls only see you as hot. And I mean, I can’t blame them,” 
At this point, Spencer found himself trying to concentrate on his breathing. He felt their knees bump against together under the bar table. Spencer could feel the heat rise under his collar and spread throughout his body. He couldn’t remember the last time he wanted something so much, but he knows he can’t fuck it up. Not if he wants this to turn into something more. 
“You think I’m hot?” Spencer smirked. He licked his lip when he felt Y/N’s hand venture from his hand to his knee. She rested her warm hands on his knee, scratching him with her nails. 
“I’d be a complete idiot to think you’re anything but that, Dr. Reid,” 
“It’s Spencer,” he said. He wondered if she was just calling him that on purpose. Maybe she knew exactly what it did to him, “So, are we going to play the game or what,” 
***
If this was a drinking game, Spencer would have, surprisingly, been the most drunk. The questions started off tame, ones like never have I ever lost a bet or never have I ever rode a motorcycle. 
Both of which Spencer put fingers down for. Y/N, to Spencer’s surprise, grew increasingly less and less enthused about the game the more illicit the questions got. Naturally, Spencer found himself more and more intrigued. He was smart enough, or at least intuitive enough to know that she wanted him to continue, by the way her hand hardly left his thigh. 
“Never have I ever…went skinny dipping,” Y/N asked. She put a finger down and looked a little proud of himself at Spencer’s crooked head. 
“Nope,” Spencer said. He shuddered at the thought of the millions of different kinds of bacteria that would fester inside his body, “I am well aware of the micro-orgasm. NO! I mean, microorganisms that would wreak havoc all over my body,” 
Spencer’s Freudian slip wasn’t unmissed by Y/N. She leaned in so close that Spencer had to hold in his breath from completely embarrassing himself. “Well, well, Dr. Reid. Looks like I know what my next question is going to be,” 
“It’s my turn, Y/N,” Spencer countered. 
“Since when do I listen, Dr. Reid,” Y/N argued. She smiled wickedly and picked the glass of dark liquor to her lips. Spencer watched as she licked her lips and exhaled at the burn of the drink. 
“Touche,” Spencer said. He conceded, eager to hear exactly what her question will be. 
“Never have I ever given my partner an orgasm in bed,” Y/N asked. She was spinning her finger around and around the rim of the glass. Spencer couldn’t help but notice that she didn’t drop a finger. 
Neither did he. 
“No?” Y/N said. She pouted, making her lips puff out in a sinfully crimson smile. Spencer smiled back at her; he could feel that familiar heat crawl up his spine followed by that chill he got when she’s around, “Well that’s too bad,” 
“You said orgasm,” Spencer blurted. “That implies one. I never give just one. Especially for people that don’t listen to me,” 
Then it was Y/N’s turn to be embarrassed. She shifted in her seat slightly as her lips parted in surprise. As if spurred on by her shock, Spencer lifted the glass of liquor and brought it to her lips. 
“Drink,” He told her. 
She listened. 
“Huh, I guess you can listen, Y/N,” Spencer mused. He placed the now empty glass on the table. 
“I guess so,” Y/N agreed. She brought her hand back to her lap and played with the sparkly bracelet that glittered against her wrist. It was hard for Spencer to not imagine her wrist bobbing up and down in a much more precarious place. 
“You didn’t put a finger down,” Spencer dared. He watched her microexpressions, completely unable to not analyze her. 
“Well, I would,” Y/N said. She shrugged her shoulders in a careless way that told Spencer she cared more than she let on, “If I ever had the chance to try,” 
It took Spencer a second to let the meaning of her guarded words set in. She was a virgin? Spencer tried his best to hide his surprise. It’s the definition of a Catch-22. If he acted like he knew that might make her self conscious and if he acted like he was surprised then it might also make her feel self-conscious.
See, a Catch-22. 
“You really need to say something, Spencer. Because the silence is starting to freak me out. I mean it’s literally not a real thing. You know that right? It’s literally made up by the fucking patriarchy,” Y/N shook with frustration, clearly a little hurt by Spencer’s lack of response. 
“No, no, Y/N,” Spencer said. He grabbed her hands from her lap and held them tight. She was warm to the touch. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to insinuate anything one way or another. You’re really great and I…like the way I feel when I’m around you. And you being a virgin doesn’t change anything,”
Y/N gave him a small smile. It was a little sad, which made Spencer’s heart pang with pain. He could tell that she was hiding something behind the way her lips seemed to fight a frown. And, even though she was just the librarian he ate lunch with everyday who just happened to drive him insane, he really liked her. 
“Thank you for being so sweet, Dr. Reid,” Y/N whispered. She leaned forward closer to Spencer and lifted herself off the seat of the bar chair. Y/N lips burned like the liquor he gave her to drink. They were soft and pressed a barely there kiss against his stubble-covered cheek. It seared into his skin, a tattoo kiss and perhaps of promise of something else. “You handle that like a gentleman, so thank you. I’ve told other guys this and they usually either storm out and say they’re not into clingy girls or are way too enthusiastic. Like super enthusiastic to the point I’m pretty sure I need to call the FBI or CIA or whoever for a tip,” she joked. 
Spencer chuckled and his laugh subconsciously mirrored Y/N’s laugh. He loved the sound of her light, airy chuckle. The bar crowd slowly dispersed. The drunk and rowdy college kids called their cabs or attempted to make their way back to their apartments on foot. Tispy parents argued over how much to pay the sitter when they got home. But all of it was simply background noise.
“Well they are asses,” Spencer said, his hand moved closer to Y/N’s back. Her strappy black dress hardly offered any warmth, “Are you cold?” Spencer asked. He didn’t mean to change the conversation, but he knew if he didn’t they would probably end up stumbling out of the bar with the drunk frat boys and tipsy PTA mothers. If they did end up going back to one of their place’s, Spencer knew he wanted Y/N completely sober. 
“No, no,” Y/N said. She waved off Spencer’s offer, but rubbed her hands up and down her arms, “I’m fine. Just a little chilly is all,” 
“Nonsense,” Spencer said. He shed off his cardigan and wrapped it around Y/N’s shoulders. She nodded in thanks. It was clear, to both of them at his point, that the conversation finally reached an impasse. 
“Thank you,” Y/N said again. She smiled politely at Spencer’s graciousness, “Well, I’ll see you Monday, Dr. Reid–”
“Or tomorrow,” Spencer interrupted. He cringed internally at his earnestness, but from the look on Y/N’s face it seemed like she enjoyed it, “I’ve been meaning to ask you on a date. I read the university’s HR policy on co-workers dating. Now technically we aren’t in the same department. And while you’re the senior faculty member here, you’re not offering anything in exchange. So there’s no sort of transactional aspect to this,” he rambled. 
“Is that your way of romancing a girl, Doctor,” Y/N taunted with a smile. 
“Why is it working?” Spencer cracked, his smile hurt, it was so big. It would be pathetic if he said it’s been long since he’d smiled that wide. But it would be true. Pathetic and true. 
“It is,” Y/N responded. She slid off the bar chair, still wearing Spencer’s cardigan. He hoped that she would forget to give it back to him, just so she’d have an excuse to visit him in his office Monday morning. 
“Good,” Spencer smiled. He motioned for the bartender to close out the tab. With Derek’s cash, Spencer put the rest on his card. He waved Y/N off when she insisted on paying her share. 
“You didn’t have to do that,” Y/N said. She shifted from foot to foot as they stood next to each other, “It’s–” 
“It’s me treating a pretty girl to a drink. A pretty girl that I would like to get to know better,” Spencer explained. He thanked the bartender and offered Y/N his arm to walk out into the parking lot.
“Oh please,” Y/N rolled her eyes, but Spencer could tell she liked his compliments based on the way she squeezed his arm. 
They were silent as they walked to their cars. Winter in Virginia settled in around them, Spencer was glad that he offered Y/N his sweater. Even though she looked beautiful in her dress, he liked, selfishly, seeing her in his clothes even more. Spencer, though he was still partial to the warm so-called winters of Las Vegas, loved winter in the Mid-Atlantic. He loved waiting for the first fall of snow, how it glistened as it fell. 
“Maybe I should get you a cab?” Spencer asked, “I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to drive home. You had a couple drinks–” 
“Or you could just drop me off at my place?” Y/N suggested. She looked up at Spencer for a sign of agreement. 
“If we do that,” Spencer said, his voice lowered to an unnecessary whisper, “They I can’t come into your apartment. Because if you were to invite me in, then I don’t think either of us would be able to resist only a chaste good night kiss,” 
“That wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world, now would it?” Y/N gushed. 
“No, it wouldn’t,” Spencer said, “But the first time I fuck you, I at least want to take you on a date first. To dinner or lunch or breakfast for all I care,”  
Spencer felt Y/N’s breathy shudder against arm. The chill in the air was nothing compared to the coolness that basically dripped down his back. Y/N stopped as they reached Spencer’s car. He turned to face her, curious as to what she was doing. 
“Sorry, that was a little bold. I didn’t mean to be so forthcoming. It’s just, I’m not used to people–”
Spencer hated when people interrupted him. When they’d inject into some point he was attempting to make because they couldn’t bear to listen to him ramble for another second. But somehow it’s completely different when Y/N intercepted him. For one thing she completed his sentences. At lunch, when they talked for the entire allotted time, they’d spend an hour finishing each other’s thoughts over swapped sandwiches and shared leftovers. Even when the campus research library closed for students, they continued their conversations over coffee and tea. Except this time, Y/N didn’t interrupt him by finishing his sentence, she kissed him. 
Her lips were so soft. She tasted like whisky and something fruity. Spencer could smell her light, sweet perfume that she dabbed against her collarbone and behind her ears. He thought about all the kisses he could place against those delicate spots. He thought about the small noises she would make when he kissed her there. 
Like a puzzle, their lips slotted together perfectly. He nipped against her plush bottom lip, deepening the kiss with all the tension and fervor that they’ve felt for the months they’ve known together. Her body went slack in his arms. She pushed her entire weight against Spencer’s frame, relying on him to keep herself upright. Spencer’s hands wandered from her jaw, where he held her face firmly in place to the small of her back. His hands felt her smooth dress, flattening out the creases and wrinkles. They skirted around her ass, even though he wanted to feel the softness of her body against his bare hands. 
Spencer stood there and realized that he could spend the rest of his life kissing Y/N and die completely elated. He was grateful that she decided to kiss him in the middle of the parking lot with pavement that smelt like rain, instead of her cozy, warm apartment. Because if she did, they’d surely have stumbled into her bedroom by now. And he would have taken that dress off her, revealing her body to him. She would have taken off his dark shirt and pants, leaving himself just as bare and vulnerable to her. 
Y/N broke the kiss. Spencer placed his hands back on Y/N’s jaw and pulled her in one more time. This kiss was lighter, sweeter and textbook-first kiss. It was the kind of kiss that’s so fast that you probably would have missed it, if your body wasn’t so in tune to the person kissing you. Spencer felt her heartbeat against his chest. 
Y/N held her hand up, all five fingers extended outward. Spencer mirrored her, but placed his hand against Y/N’s so they were flush against each other. 
“Never have I ever made out with a really hot, totally not brooding, professor in the middle of a parking lot,” Y/N asked, putting a finger down and Spencer blushed, because he realized, too long for a genius perhaps, that he’s the reason she’s putting a finger down. 
Spencer intertwined his fingers with Y/N’s hand, pulled her in close, kissing her again. Against her lips, he whispered, “I’m going to take that as a yes to the date,” 
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txemrn · 11 months
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Book: TRR/TRH (events actually occur in TRH Book 1)
Pairing: Liam x MC (Riley); Bertrand x Savannah
Word Count: ~2500
Warning: innuendos; a little language; fluffiness
A/N: I usually enjoy writing fairly angsty TRR material, but when I started gearing up for this past week's @kingliamappreciationweek, I decided I really wanted to write something new that wasn't so dramatic. So, I started thinking about how Liam is a history buff... and if y'all don't know this by now, I'm from Texas, and the thought of that tall glass of water knowing about my home state's history...whew... Give me a moment... This is pure silliness. It's a re-write of Bertrand's bachelor party/Savannah's bachelorette party, and it's just... silly. It does not follow canon very well. But, I hope you still enjoy it! Happy KLAW 2023, friends!
A/N 2: This is my submission for @choicesflashfics week 30! I will be using prompt 3: "That's how the story goes." It will be in bold.
A/N 3: These characters and some of the plot belong to our dear friends Pixelberry. This was not truly pre-read or beta'd. Please excuse my errors.
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"Alright, lil' ladies with the beautiful bride-to-be!" A burly bartender with a thick drawl and matching beard comes out from behind the counter, making his way to Savannah Walker's bachelorette party.  Delivering a tray of golden caramel-colored shots, he piles each one high with decadent whipped cream. "Here ya go: six blow job shots."
Hana spews out her cocktail, covering her mouth with rosy cheeks.
"Mon dieu! Did–did he just say–"
"Like you don't know what that is, Kiara," Olivia snorts. "Drink up, poufiasse."
Savannah, Madeleine, and Riley cover their giggles, leaning into one another as they take their drinks.
"Wait," Hana holds up her hands as they prepare to toast their third round of shots. "Where's Penelope?"
"Oh, I'm here! I'm here!" She runs up, out of breath, her short hair and denim dress completely drenched.
"What on earth happened to you?" Riley starts grabbing napkins.
"I was checking in with my dog sitter, but the reception here is awful. Plus, it's raining like cats and dogs out—oooooo!" Penelope's eyes beam at the sight of the shots. "What are these?" She leans down to sniff before humming in approval.
"Blow jobs," Olivia smirks.
"Oh!" Penelope nods with curious fascination. "Leo said that about my lips one time–"
"He said what?" Madeleine raises an eyebrow.
"I know, I didn't understand what he meant either."
"No, that's not–nevermind."
"Hold up." Riley raises her hands to silence everyone before turning to Penelope. "Raining like cats and dogs?" She grimaces, glancing at Savannah. "I hope the guys are alright–"
"Gunther!" 
The sudden boisterous voice of Drake Walker echoes through the dive bar, the doors swinging loudly, clapping up against the wooden walls. The large bartender turns, then brightens when he sees his old-time customer and friend coming into his establishment. 
"Whiskers, is that you?"
The girls quietly glare at one another, mouthing the word 'whiskers.'  
The two men grab each other's hands in a shake before pulling into a brotherly hug. Liam, Bertrand and Maxwell file in through the door, shaking droplets from their wet clothes.
"You guys!" Riley jumps up to greet her husband. 
Savannah follows behind, wrapping her arms around Bertrand before brushing a kiss against his lips. "What are y'all doing here?"
"Isn't it obvious?" Maxwell chuckles, throwing his thumb behind his shoulder.
"The campgrounds were rained out," Liam explains, combing his wife's hair behind her ear. "We thought we could stick it out as long as the creek didn't rise too high. But then," he shakes his head, chuckling, "the tents flooded. The truck almost got stuck in the mud."
"Our clothes and shoes are airing out back at the house," Bertrand states, watching his bride fix his wet hair.
"Wow," Olivia snickers, "so much for roughing it for your bachelor party, huh, Beaumont?"
"I beg your pardon," Bertrand stiffens in annoyance, "we almost died out there, duchess."
"It's water."
"Centimeters upon centimeters–"
"Imagine meters of it. Frozen–"
"Well," Riley interjects the budding feud, "I, for one, am happy you guys are out of the nasty weather." She holds her hand up to the bartender, "first round on the crown!" 
"I like the sound of that," Maxwell chuckles.
"'First round on the crown'?" Liam whispers in his wife's ear, humored.
Riley scrunches up her nose, a mischievous grin crawling across her lips. "What can I say?" She giggles, slinking an arm around her husband’s waist. "I've been a queen for over a month, and I haven’t declared anything yet." She turns to her friends. "Let them drink booze!" She glances back at Liam, who's shaking his head at his tipsy wife. "What? I was channeling my inner Marie Antoinette."
"I… caught the reference," he narrows his eyes, gently placing a grip around Riley's neck. "I hope she’s not the inspiration of your own reign," he squeezes his fingers playfully, lowering his voice into a growl. "I'd hate for you to end up like her."
"You're not convincing me otherwise with your hand around my throat, my king." They knowingly snicker to one another, sharing a kiss.
"Okay, you newlyweds," Olivia snickers, rolling her eyes before turning to Drake. "So, um, Whiskers?"
He crosses his arms. "Yes…Red?" He collects a tray of glasses and a fifth of whiskey from Gunther to bring to the table.
"Curious minds want to know about this nickname."
"Awww, you’re thinking about me, Red?" She scoffs as he purposely bumps into her shoulder. "Maybe you'd rather a demonstration of why they call me Whiskers–"
"Drake Elmer!" Savannah scolds. "You're disgusting." She glances to the ladies. "Only Gunther calls him that, and the only reason he calls him that is because of Dad."
"Dad had a rule," Drake air quotes, "that I couldn't taste whiskey until I had whiskers." He nods towards the bartender, "Gunther there served me my first whiskey right after Dad's funeral–"
"Drakey!"  The syrupy voice of Savannah's ex-boyfriend bellows from across the room. "And he brought his royal round up!" The broad-shouldered red-head gives a curt bow, removing his Stetson as he notices Liam, switching to a British accent. "Your majesty."
Liam nods cordially before casually turning towards Riley. "What is it with you Americans thinking everyone in Europe talks with that accent?" Riley giggles under her breath, pinching her husband teasingly.
"Bert!" Chuck opens up his arms, pulling the duke into a tight, bear hug. "How's our groom? Come down here to flex your trivia knowledge?"
"Trivia?" Maxwell questions.
A sudden jolt of excitement hits Drake, his eyes widening as he looks to Gunther. "Is that tonight?"
"You bet yer' asses, Whiskers. $250 cash prize and a bottle of Jack to share."
"Whatd'ya say, Drakey? For old time's sake?" Chuck holds out his hand. Without giving it much thought, Drake clasps Chuck's calloused hand, pulling him into a quick hug. The men begin to hoot and grunt, clapping as they turn to join the rest of Chuck's friends in the corner.
But then Chuck stops, spinning on his heel. He glares at Bertrand before fixing a charming smirk to his mouth. "Where are my manners? Bert, the team is full, or else I'd invite you to join–"
"That's–" Bertrand clears his throat, "--quite alright, I assure you–"
"I mean," Chuck motions to Liam and Maxwell, "unless y'all wanted to make your own team." He glances over his shoulder, “Gunther, what’s tonight’s theme?
"Texas history, fellas," Gunther announces. "Trivia about the greatest fucking country in the world. Texas."
"Ahh. See?" Chuck swings out his arms, shrugging. "That’s how the story goes. Y'all better sit this one out."  With the deep clack of his cowboy boots, he adjusts his belt buckle before slowly strutting back to his seat. 
Seeing the defeat in his face, Savannah runs a hand across Bertrand's chest before giving him a sweet kiss on the cheek. "Don't worry about it, hun," she softly croons, "that's not even your idea of fun anyway."
Bertrand grows rigid. "What do you mean? I like to have fun–"
"Of course, B, just… in other… ways–"
"I," he pulls away from his fiancée, pressing his finger into his chest, "am… the epitome of fun–"
"You're right, but–"
"I'm a crate full of apes!"
Riley looks over her shoulder to Liam, whispering, "Does he know that it's a barrel full of–?"
"Shhh," Liam softly hushes, "just let him go."
"You there!" Bertrand shouts to Gunther, causing everyone to freeze. "We would like to play."
"Uh, Bertrand? A word." Maxwell motions for his brother to join him as he stumbles over to Liam. "Are you crazy?" He whisper shouts. "These people already enjoy making fun of us. Why do you want to do this?" 
"It's the principle of it all," Bertrand grows serious.
Maxwell sighs. "What do you think, Li?"
Liam looks up at Bertrand whose gaze is now attentive to Savannah. She laughs at something Kiara says, causing Bertrand's demeanor to slump a little more, as if each second with her reminds him he's not worthy of her.
Liam gets that.
"I think we should do it."
"See, Bertrand? Even Li–wait, what?" Maxwell's jaw drops. "You think this is a good idea?"
"It's just a game, right?" Liam winks handsomely. "Besides, I think Bertrand needs this."
"But Li… Texas trivia? Those guys reek of BBQ, football and leather."
“And we have survived how many secret coups attacks? Liam shrugs before patting the younger Beaumont on the back. "This could be fun."
Liam, Bertrand and Maxwell settle at a bar top table near four other teams, including Chuck and Drake's group.  As Gunther passes out electronic buzzers, he explains the rules. Chuck rubs his hands together in cocky delight as Bertrand wipes his brow with small drink napkins.
"Alright! Is everybody ready?" Gunther announces over a karaoke machine microphone. "Let's begin. When is Texas Independence Day?"
Chuck buzzes in with a proud, sarcastic snicker. "March 2nd."
"Correct!"
"Ahh, snaps, you guys," Maxwell hangs his head in his hands. "This was a bad idea."
"It's only been one question," Liam encourages.
"And we're already losing!" Maxwell whines, covering his eyes. 
"Next question. Before her independence, Texas was governed by how many different nations?"
Liam hits the buzzer, turning to an unsuspecting Bertrand. "Psst… how many forks are in the traditional Cordonian place setting?"
Bertrand scoffs. "Six!" He barks out loud before realizing everyone is silent, staring at him.
"Correct!"
"Huh?" Maxwell looks up, a smile tugging at his lips.
"Way to go, Bertrand!" Riley and Savannah cheer as the other ladies clap and whistle.
"Alright," Gunther starts, "next question…"
The trivia night continues, back and forth, question for question. The other teams at the bar had opportunities to answer, but overall, Chuck and Drake's team remained in the lead.
But not by much.
The men from Cordonia gave them quite a run for their money, thanks to Liam and his wealth of knowledge. But although Liam knows the majority of the answers, he is yet to speak for the team; rather, he turns to Bertrand each time after hitting the buzzer, prompting him with a different question that possesses the same answer.
"Okay, folks," the bartender announces, "this is the last question. If this team," Gunther points to Bertrand, Liam and Maxwell, "chimes in and gets it right, it will tie the game, sending us into sudden death." The bar fills with cheers, patrons shouting with excitement and pounding their fists on the tables. "Here we go. The Texas Revolution started in what year?"
There's a slight hesitation, but finally Liam turns to Bertrand and states, "The ending of the Bavarian Regency of Greece." Bertrand furrows his eyebrows, but Liam gives him a reassuring nod as he hits the buzzer.
He clears his throat. "1835?"
Everyone freezes, a hush falling over the bar in anxious anticipation.
"Folks? We've got ourselves a tied game!"
Bertrand exhales heavily, closing his eyes. Liam pats him on the back while Maxwell cheers, tugging on his brother's shoulder.  The entire bar is in a fuss as Chuck and Drake stare confusingly at each other. Gunther gets back on the mic, and explains the sudden death round, which requires for each team to choose one member to represent them.
"You've got this, Li," Maxwell applauds, Bertrand smiling and nodding.
"I think… Bertrand should take this."
"Pardon my insolence, sir, but I do not find that to be a wise decision," Bertrand argues.
"I agree with my brother, Li," Maxwell nods, "you knew all those answers–"
"But Bertrand scored us those points," Liam counters, "he needs to put up a fight until the game is over. It's the principle, remember?"  
Hearing Liam repeat his words, Bertrand grins, courage blooming in his chest. He looks to Savannah who is clapping, mouthing the words 'I'm so proud of you.' 
"I'll do it."
Bertrand and Chuck step forward for the sudden death round, peering into each other's eyes. "Are we ready, gentlemen?" Gunther asks. Both men shake their heads yes, their gazes not leaving each other. "Let the best man win."
For a split second, Bertrand glances at his fiancée, and realizes he might not be the best man, but to her, he is. And no matter what, he's already won.
"Here's the question: made popular by an Alamo hero, this portable weapon that can kill and butcher game. Name the weapon–"
Chuck buzzes in. "The Swiss army knife." He smiles brightly, pulling out his own pocket blade and twirling it in victory.
Bertrand turns back to Liam and Maxwell, shaking his head. Maxwell mouths, 'that's okay! You did your best!' Bertand shakes his head more adamantly, but now he’s starting to grin.
"Actually," the bartender starts, "that’s incorrect, Chuck." Gunther turns towards Bertrand. "Do you have an answer, my foreign friend?"
Bertrand smirks. "You are referring to the Bowie knife."
A stillness hushes the crowd; Savannah and Riley anxiously wait, hands clasped with bated breath.
"That… is correct!"
The entire room erupts with shouts of praise and earth-shaking applause.  Several men remove their ten-gallon hats to whoop in honor of the winner, the women of the bachelorette party squealing in glee.
Drake shakes Bertrand's hand before pulling him into an endearing hug. Liam and Maxwell both clap the duke on the back in congratulations. Savannah quickly cuts in, throwing her arms around her fiancé as her lips crash into his. Gunther comes over with the prize, and shakes Liam's hand. Maxwell snatches the bottle of Jack and the cash, and holds it over his head like a trophy.  More shots and drinks are ordered, the night carrying on into a wild honky-tonk of a dance party.
Riley finds Liam, roping her arms around his neck as he secures his large hands to her waist.
"I'm so proud of you, partner," Riley attempts a drawl. Liam laughs, kissing her forehead as they begin to sway to the slow country beat. "Bertrand said that you actually never gave him any answers; you just… asked him questions that had the same answer"
Liam nods slowly, "Yep."
"Why?"
"Oh, my queen," he beams looking down at her, "it's the principle."
"The principle?" She cocks an eyebrow.
"A man wants to win a woman's heart."
"But Savannah loves him–"
"That's not the point," Liam counters. "A man wants to win her over… and over and over again. If I gave him the answers, that would've cheated him out of proving to her and to himself that he's worthy of her."
"Do you ever feel that way about me?" She croons.
A rosy hue swirls across Liam's cheeks. "More than you realize."
Riley presses a tender kiss to her husband’s chin before continuing their dance. "But… I gotta ask. When did you become so smart about Texas history?"
Liam chuckles. "I've been best friends with Drake Walker since I was 8 years old. We used to do our studies together, and… he was terrible at history."
"So?"
"So?" Liam stifles his toothy grin, licking his bottom lip. "Who do you think did his Texas history homework?"
"William Rys!"
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hotchs-bitch · 1 year
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Fluffy Feb Day 26- Family
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Warnings: established relationship, BAU reader, babies, pregnancy, Savannah being reader's bestie bc I truly love her, I leaned my whole body weight on 'found family', s11 spoilers, BAU dynamics
Pairing: Hotch x blank slate Fem!Reader (no use of y/n)
Word Count: 1142
A/N: This might be my favourite thing I've ever written? This is canon-compliant with Hank's birth (11x18) minus the angst plus Hotch and reader being together plus a couple things that just should have happened in that ep. Basically I made that ep's ending but I did it better :) Bonus points if you can figure out what Taylor Swift song I was listening to when I wrote this
“It’s a boy!” Derek croons to the hospital waiting room, and you all cheer and rush forward to hug him in a flurry of congratulatory exclamations. 
“How’s Savannah doing?” You ask when he lets you go to hug Penelope, and he beams at you.
“Couldn’t be better. Come on, she said she’s up for some company. Asked for everyone, but she mentioned you and Hotch in particular.” He smirks at you and you grin back, excited to see your friend and her baby boy.
With one arm around Spencer’s shoulders, Derek shows you all to the room where Savannah is lying in bed next to a little bassinet with the baby inside it. “Oh, he’s precious!” Penelope exclaims, giving Savannah a smile before she looks down at the baby.
“You’re going to have a lot of babysitters,” JJ cooes to the newborn. “Yes, yes you are.”
Aaron wraps one arm around your waist, peering down. “Jack was never this tiny,” he comments. “Congratulations, you two.”
Savannah sits up slightly in bed, and Derek rubs her back absentmindedly. “Now we just need to name him,” she says, and they exchange a look that makes you think they’ve prepared for this moment. You’re practically squirming with excitement, ready to put a name to the little face you’ve already fallen in love with.
“What are you going to call him?” Spencer asks, extending one rubber-glove-clad hand into the bassinet. The baby wraps his chubby fist around Spencer’s pinky finger, and they both smile.
“We were thinking, uh,” Derek says, then pauses for a moment to take a deep breath before finishing, “Hank Spencer Aaron Morgan.”
The surprise is perceivable; no one speaks for a moment, Aaron’s grip tightens on your waist, and then Spencer says, “What?” in a voice so soft you would miss it if you weren’t holding your breath.
“Hank, for my pops,” he explains, smiling so widely that his face looks like it could split in two. “Spencer is for the best little brother anybody could ever ask for, and Aaron is for the best dad and one of the best men I know.”
Spencer’s mouth opens and then closes once, twice, and you know that- possibly for the first time ever- your resident genius doesn’t have a clue what to say. “I…” He doesn’t say anything else, just blinks rapidly like he’s trying not to cry.
“Thank you, Morgan.” Your husband’s voice is thick with emotion, and he’s looking down at the ground. It doesn’t surprise you; if he were to look up right now you’re sure there would be tears swimming in his eyes like they are in Derek’s and Spencer’s, and you know that he doesn’t want the team to see that. “This is… an honour.”
You squeeze Aaron’s hand where it sits on your waist, a silent acknowledgement of support before you step away. “How are you feeling, Sav?” You ask kindly, taking the opportunity to speak to your friend while the rest of the group takes a moment to collect themselves. Making your way to Savannah’s bedside, you take her extended hand. 
You and her have grown closer over the last couple of years. Derek and Savannah are some of the only ‘couple’s friends’ you have with Aaron, so the four of you spend time together going on double dates whenever you’ve got time away from work. She’s one of your best friends now, and you consider her the perfect thunder to Derek’s lightning. You can hardly wait to know what kind of firecracker their son will be.
She smiles up at you, exhaustion and pride shining in her eyes. “Tired, mostly. Say, my water…” You spy the empty water jug and cup on her bedside table at the same time Derek does.
He starts to get to his feet, but you shake your head and back away. “No way, Papa. You stay right here. I’ll get more.” When you reach the doorway, you pause. “Aaron, can you come with me?” You ask, and your husband makes his way to you.
“No hooking up in the storage closet, you two,” Savannah jokes, and then coughs. If anyone on the team made that joke you don’t know how Aaron would react, but he just gives her and Derek a slightly mortified smile before shooing you out of the room and closing the door behind the two of you. 
In the brief moment before the door closes, you hear what you know has been a long time coming; an offer for Penelope to be the godmother.
As soon as you’re alone in the hallway with a muffled squeal of excitement coming from the other side of the door, one of Aaron’s hands moves down to rest on your stomach. “How are you feeling?” He asks, rubbing small circles against the bump that’s barely started to form. It’s tiny, only noticeable to a profiler who sees you naked more days than not.
“Good. I’m fine,” you promise when he gives you a look. “But that settles that debate. Two middle names is perfectly alright.”
Aaron rolls his eyes good-naturedly. “We don’t know if it’s going to be a girl. The doctor said the ultrasound was too early to be sure,” he reminds you for the millionth time. “Besides, don’t you think we should at least ask Savannah before using her name?”
“A mother knows,” you insist. “They didn’t ask you about using your name, did they? And it’s only a middle name. The first name will be something else.”
“That’s a great name,” Aaron drawls sarcastically, leading you down the hallway to find some water. “‘Something Else’ Haley Savannah Hotchner. We should have blankets made up that say that.”
You snicker at that internally, but externally you fix him with your best frown. “We’ll get everyone’s opinion once we’ve told them. I don’t want to get too attached to a name and then have it be wrong when we meet her.”
“It won’t be wrong. It’s going to be perfect. She’s going to be perfect.” Aaron’s promise comes with a swift kiss to the cheek. “I know we can’t put off telling them much longer, but we shouldn’t do it yet. We can let the new parents settle in a little bit before you steal their thunder.”
“I know,” you sigh, willing to put your eagerness aside for your friends. He’s right. You also know that your announcement will be met with nothing except excitement and support, no matter when you make it. Your friends will be happy for you, ready to help however you need in the late stages of your pregnancy, and when Baby Hotchner enters the world.
The family tree just grew a new 6-pound, 1-ounce leaf today, but you already can’t wait for a new member to make your steadily-growing BAU family a little bit bigger.
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godsfavdarling · 1 month
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chapter 08
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pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!oc
summary: Spencer and Molly attend a birthday party.
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warnings: fingering, oral sex (male and female receiving), overstimulation
words: 3,1k
Spencer admired Molly as she gracefully curled her hair and added clips, each movement seemingly effortless. 
The morning sunlight filtering through the curtains accentuated the soft glow of her light blue summer dress with a delicate floral pattern. The short sleeves and knee-length cut suited the occasion, and the V-neck added a touch of elegance.
He couldn't help but appreciate how the dress not only complemented her, enhancing the warmth in her smile and the sparkle in her eyes but also the way it gracefully complemented the contours of her body.
"Looking lovely, Molly," he complimented, a genuine smile playing on his lips. "Blue suits you."
Molly, catching his eye in the mirror, grinned appreciatively. "Thank you, Spencer. I'm almost ready. Just a few finishing touches."
Spencer, feeling a bit out of his element in the realm of fashion and styling, chuckled, "Take your time. We're in no rush."
As Molly finished preparing, Spencer contemplated the day ahead. The suburban setting for the party added a different flavor to the usual atmosphere of the BAU. 
He hoped Molly would enjoy the celebration and the chance to unwind a bit. The prospect of spending time with his friends, introducing Molly to another facet of his life, brought a mix of excitement and anticipation.
Once Molly had finished getting ready, they made their way out to the car. Spencer, ever the gentleman, held the door open for her. "Oh, thank you! What a gentleman!" Molly exclaimed with a smile, to which Spencer chuckled softly in response.
As they drove toward Derek and Savannah's place, Spencer couldn't help but feel grateful for the unexpected turns that had brought Molly into his life.
He couldn't help but steal glances at Molly. Her stare was fixed out the window, taking in the scenery with a sense of wonder that captivated him. 
Her hands rested gently on her knees, her fingers tracing invisible patterns, while her hair danced with each movement of her head. Despite his occasional glances, she seemed completely engrossed in her thoughts, unaware of his gaze upon her.
The doorbell chimed, announcing Molly and Spencer's arrival. Savannah swung the door open with a warm smile, ushering them into the lively atmosphere of the party. 
"Guys, look who's here!" Savannah exclaimed.
As they stepped inside, Molly was immediately enveloped in a burst of energy and color.
A vibrant blonde woman, adorned in a sunflower-themed ensemble from head to toe – sunflower dress, sunflower earrings, sunflower shoes – practically tackled Molly in a hug.
Penelope released Molly from the hug, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "Oh, you must be Molly! I've heard so much about you. I'm Penelope, but you can call me Garcia. Everyone does!"
Molly, momentarily taken aback by the enthusiastic greeting, couldn't help but smile at Penelope's infectious energy. "It's so lovely to finally meet you, Garcia. Spencer has mentioned you."
"Oh, he did? Of course he did!" Penelope exclaimed with a playful wink.
"Molly, you are beautiful! Love the dress! I'll introduce you to everyone," Penelope continued, her enthusiasm undiminished. With that, she took Molly's hand and led her further into the lively gathering.
As Molly scanned the room, she recognized several familiar faces from the baby shower.
 Although she hadn't had the chance to meet everyone there, their faces were etched in her memory. Of course, JJ and Will were there, and seeing them brought a sense of comfort. 
Henry's presence added an extra layer of warmth to the gathering. Amidst the crowd of familiar faces, one stood out—a cheerful kid named Jack, whose infectious energy seemed to light up the room.
After the initial flurry of introductions and catching up, the group naturally dispersed throughout the living space and the inviting garden beyond. 
Laughter and chatter filled the air as they settled into comfortable spots, the warm ambiance of the gathering enveloping them like a familiar embrace.
Molly found herself drawn to a cozy corner of the living room, where a plush armchair beckoned invitingly. She sank into its embrace, a contented sigh escaping her lips as she observed the lively scene unfolding around her. 
From her vantage point, she could see Spencer engaged in conversation with Derek and Will, their animated gestures punctuated by bursts of laughter.
Meanwhile, JJ and Garcia had gravitated towards the garden, their voices mingling with the gentle rustle of leaves and the distant hum of city life beyond the fence. 
Molly couldn't help but smile as she watched them. With a sense of contentment settling in her heart, she leaned back in the armchair, savoring the warmth of the moment.
As Spencer glanced back curiously, Garcia and JJ subtly motioned for Molly to join them, leaving him to ponder their mysterious "girl talk" session. 
Molly chuckled nervously, feeling a mix of amusement and apprehension. Though she had encountered JJ before through her piano teaching sessions with Henry, their interactions had been limited to those occasions, and Garcia was practically a stranger to her. 
Noting the similarity in their blonde locks, Molly couldn't help but find it amusing. 
Garcia wasted no time diving into the heart of the matter, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. "So, spill the tea, Molly. How's our resident genius treating you as a boyfriend?"
Molly's cheeks flushed slightly, caught off guard by the directness of the question. "Oh, uh, he's... he's actually really great," she stammered, glancing over at Spencer, who was now pretending to be engrossed in a nearby painting. "He's thoughtful and caring."
JJ nodded in agreement, her expression warm. "True! He always goes the extra mile."
"He definitely does," Molly affirmed, a soft smile gracing her lips. "But sometimes, he gets so wrapped up in work that I worry he forgets to take care of himself."
Garcia nodded sympathetically. "Oh honey no worries! We are keeping an eye on him."
Molly chuckled, feeling a sense of relief wash over her. "Thanks, guys... It's good that you're close."
Garcia, clearly a bit tipsy, leaned in with a mischievous glint in her eye, Molly sensed trouble brewing. 
"So, Molly, did you know that Spencer used to be head over heels for JJ?" she blurted out, her words slurring slightly.
 "Oh, stop it, Garcia," JJ chided, trying to diffuse the situation before it escalated further.
JJ shot Garcia a warning look, but she was undeterred, the alcohol loosening her tongue.
She pressed on, her enthusiasm growing with each word. "Seriously! Our young Doctor Reid was all dressed up, thinking it was a date with JJ. Hotch and Derek were giving him all this advice, and then JJ showed up with me! Can you imagine the look on his face?"
Molly couldn't help but let out a soft laugh at the image Garcia painted, though she could sense JJ's discomfort. 
"Sounds like quite the misunderstanding," she remarked diplomatically, hoping to steer the conversation away from potentially awkward territory.
JJ shot Molly a grateful smile, silently thanking her. "Yeah, it was a long time ago," she added, trying to downplay the situation.
Garcia, however, seemed intent on mining the past for entertainment. "Oh, but the look on Reid's face was priceless! You should've seen it, Molly," she continued, undeterred by JJ's attempts to change the subject.
As Garcia persisted with her animated retelling, Molly couldn't shake off a sense of sadness creeping into her thoughts. "You know, Garcia... that actually sounds kind of sad," she interjected gently, her tone tinged with empathy.
Garcia paused, her jovial demeanor faltering for a moment as she considered Molly's observation. "Yeah, I guess you're right," she conceded, her expression sobering. "Poor Spencer... all dressed up and ready for a date that never was."
JJ nodded in agreement, a hint of regret flickering across her features. "It wasn't easy for any of us..." she admitted quietly, her voice tinged with nostalgia.
Molly offered a sympathetic smile, sensing the weight of the memories weighing on both Garcia and JJ. "Well, it's all in the past now," she said, attempting to inject a note of optimism into the conversation. "We live and learn, right?"
Garcia and JJ exchanged a glance, a silent acknowledgment passing between them. 
"Right," Garcia agreed, her spirits lifting slightly. "But hey, at least it makes for a good story now, doesn't it?"
Molly chuckled softly, appreciating Garcia's attempt to lighten the mood. "Definitely makes for an interesting anecdote!"
As the evening unfolded, Spencer and Molly found themselves seated with the boys, creating a mini haven of their own within the lively atmosphere. 
Spencer, always ready with his bag of tricks, began to share his repertoire of magic tricks with Henry and Jack. 
Molly, intrigued and amused, watched with delight as the kids' eyes widened in wonder at the enchanting illusions unfolding before them. 
It was Molly's first time witnessing Spencer's magical talents, and she couldn't help but be captivated by the childlike joy that radiated from him.
As the boys grew tired of Spencer's magic tricks and wandered off to explore other activities, they found themselves alone on the couch. 
Molly, intrigued by Spencer's hidden talent, couldn't contain her curiosity any longer.
"Hey, Spencer," she began, turning to him with a quizzical expression. "I had no idea you knew magic tricks. How come you never mentioned it before?"
Spencer chuckled, running a hand through his hair. "Yeah, it's just a little hobby of mine," he admitted sheepishly. "I learned a few tricks when I was younger, and I guess I never really thought to bring it up."
Molly's eyes lit up with excitement. "That's so cool! Is there anything you can't do?" she asked playfully, a hint of challenge in her voice.
Spencer pondered for a moment, tapping his chin with his finger. "Hmm, well, I'm not exactly a master chef," he admitted with a laugh. "I suppose gourmet cooking is more of your forte. And... there's plenty more I don't know."
Molly giggled at his response. "Fair enough," she said, nudging him playfully.
As the birthday celebration and the dazzling fireworks display came to an end, Spencer took the wheel, driving Molly back to her place. 
The night air held a subtle warmth, and Molly, feeling a sense of comfort, placed her hand gently on Spencer's thigh. Spencer, surprised by the unexpected touch, cast a curious glance at Molly.
"What are you doing?" he asked, a hint of nerves his voice.
Molly, her hand resting on his thigh, simply smiled and replied, "Nothing. Just enjoying the ride."
As they neared Molly's street, the atmosphere between them remained filled with a shared sense of tension. 
Molly, feeling a lingering desire for the night to continue, looked at Spencer and asked, "Would you like to stay the night?"
Spencer, without hesitation, responded with a warm smile, "Yes... I'd like that."
The second the door of the apartment closed, Molly's lips met Spencer's with a gentle urgency. He pulled away and looked at her before he roughly smashed his lips into hers, a whimper leaving from him.
She felt him slip his tongue into her mouth, letting him take the lead. 
His hands slid up to her lower back, resting on her back and the dress he loved and complemented, now felt like an obstacle.
He disconnected his lips from hers, moving down to her jaw where he sucked a light purple spot on her skin, drawing another small whimper from her lips. He went down to her neck this time, sucking and nibbling until he found the place that made her legs shake and a moan escaped her.
"Spencer..." She moaned, his name sounding angelic coming from her lips. Her hands tangled in his hair, each one grabbing hold of his curly brown locks.
"Fuck, please..." she almost begged, not exactly knowing what she was asking for. She just wanted him. She wanted him everywhere.
His lips trailed sloppy, open-mouthed kisses down to her collarbones. He unzipped her dress and let it drop to the floor. His mouth watered at the sight of her body in nothing but a matching her dress, light blue lingerie.
She used her grip on his hair to pull his face up, connecting their lips in a searing kiss once again. She sucked on his bottom lip, biting down, slowly pulling away.
He groaned, his hands going up to grab her boobs, a moan leaving her lips, rocking her hips into his, a grunt escaping his own bruised lips at the needed friction he was getting.
She gasped when he effortlessly picked her up, her legs instinctively hooking around his waist.
She sucked and bit at his neck, enjoying the groans she received as he struggled to bring them to her bedroom, too distracted by the feeling of her soft lips sucking bruises onto his skin.
He laid her down on the bed and smiled as he began undoing the buttons of his white dress shirt. 
He picked up the pace throwing his shirt to the floor, unzipping his pants and kicking them off along with his boxers. Her eyes widened at the sight of his naked body.
He moaned, kissing her once again before helping her undo her bra and pull down her underwear, throwing them to the ground, so she was lying before him completely naked.
"You're gorgeous." he gently kissed her lips, letting her wrap her legs around his waist, pulling him closer, so his bare chest was pressed against hers.
One of his hands trailed down her bare body, reaching her heat, landing on her clit to rub slow circles. 
He swallowed her soft moans, stroking faster, causing her to grip his neck as she pushed her lips harder onto his, trying to find something to do as her legs shook, her orgasm bubbling inside her. 
He knew exactly what to do. Every movement brought her closer and she didn't need much.
"Fuck!" she pulled away to moan, her head falling back into the pillow, her back arching up into him, her legs beginning to shake as she came, Spencer not slowing once.
"Spencer!" she cried, feeling him remove his hand as he moved down, grabbing her thighs and pulling them apart, so she was fully exposed to him.
He gave small licks to her still sensitive clit. She moaned, her hands tightly gripping the pillow above her head. The overstimulation from her previous orgasm made her already feel close to another one.
He harshly sucked on her clit, bringing two fingers up to slip inside her pussy, pumping them in and out.
"I can't..." she choked out through a moan as he began finger-fucking her at a fast pace, earning loud moans from her.
Her second orgasm of the evening quickly washed over her, a loud cry leaving her mouth as he pounded his long fingers in and out of her.
He moaned into her loudly, licking from her clenching center up to her clit, sucking once again.
She quickly found out that he was going to give her a third orgasm, already greatly overstimulated.
She whimpered as he gripped her thigh with one hand, keeping her in place as he continued relentlessly sucking and licking at her throbbing clit.
She let out a cry, tears welled up in her eyes as she grabbed his hair, her back arching off the bed as he flattened his tongue on her clit, causing her to launch forward, now in a sitting position as her thighs shook around him, moans and cries leaving her lips as he now gripped both her legs with his hands.
"Fuck!" she yelled, falling back onto the bed, cumming onto his mouth.
He finally pulled away, breathing heavily as he pulled himself up. He watched her shake and twitch under him. Her chest heaved as tears streamed down her red face.
"You have no idea how beautiful you look right now," he said, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
He laid next to her, watching as she was finally calming her breathing.
After a while she looked back at him seeing how he watched her closely and refused to look away. 
She leaned into him and kissed him passionately leaving them both breathless once more. She looked down and saw how hard Spencer still was.
Without any hesitation she grabbed his dick and started to stroke him gently at first. 
She moved so she was now hovering over him. A moan escaped his lips and his hands traveled behind her back keeping her close, but Molly had different plans.
While still stroking his length, she moved her kisses onto his jaw and neck and went down his chest, Spencer's arms gracefully shifted positions, moving from Molly's back to above his head.
Once she reached her destination she closed her lips around his dick. She swirled her tongue around the tip of it. 
Her eye closed, her cheeks hollowing slightly. She heard a low groan from Spencer.
She didn't pull away, instead took another inch of dick into her mouth and ran her tongue along it, adjusting to the sensation. 
She only had a third of Spencer's dick past her lips at this point, but if the heavy breaths Spencer was letting out were telling her anything, she wasn't doing a bad job considering how tired she was. 
Spencer moved his hand to her head moving her hair from her face.
His hand was a solid weight on the back of her head that didn't quite push her down but for a brief, confusing moment Molly almost wished that it would.
She shoved that thought down, instead focusing on the way his dick twitched against her tongue.
Spencer groaned, his fingers once again pushing her hair out of her eyes again.
Molly bobbed her head again. His fingers trailing along her scalp.
Her mind clouded with a thick fog as she mindlessly drooled on his dick.
"Molly..." Spencer grunted, instinctively pushing Molly's head down a little further. She didn't gag, instead accepted the extra inch of his dick that fed into her mouth.
She felt the way Spencer's hips bucked slightly, as if the he was trying to resist the urge to thrust up into her throat. Molly drooled a little more at the thought.
She pulled his dick out her mouth but not completely. Sucking on the tip she watched as he came. She let the liquid stay on her tongue and after gathering what spilled on her bottom lip with her teeth, she swallowed.
As Spencer watched her, she kept moving her hand on his length making sure he lets every drop out. 
She leaned in and licked his tip for the last time, taking in what was left.
With a passionate intensity, Spencer cupped Molly's face in his palms, drawing her irresistibly closer. Their lips met in a deep and hungry kiss.
Amidst the fervent exchange of kisses, Molly playfully pulled away, her giggle bubbling up like a melody in the air.
She rested her forehead against his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath her. In response, Spencer tenderly enveloped her in his arms, showering soft kisses on the crown of her head. 
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queenmiarys · 7 months
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Please excuse any errors or mistakes and I want to say thank you to whom all reads. Happy Sunday everyone.
Through  Hell and back
Trr none royal
Pairing: Olivia x Anton
Chapter summary: it's Juliana's birthday and Olivia cut loose and has some fun but confused about Anton's reaction after the party.
Warning: mentions of attempted rape, being tipsy and light profanity.
All characters belong to pixelberry I just borrowed them for my stories.
Word count 1,928
Song inspiration:
Part 2 Green eyed monster
It was Sunday afternoon. Olivia turned over and grabbed her phone, it was now 2pm. " Oh shit Liam."
She dialed his number."I'm so sorry but on the way?"
    
"Liv, we talked with Kiki earlier and she explained your date went over, so I understand I told her to let you sleep, besides you are coming to Juliana party tonight right? 
"Sure I'll be there."
Are you bringing this new guy along?" 
"I don't think so."
"Really you should invite him."
When Olivia arrived at the party, everyone was having a good time. "There you are, Max said, slurring his words." So we don't get to meet this new guy?" Kiki said that he was hot,  but I bet not hotter than me." He laughed, I could already tell he was tipsy. . 
"Babe, come with me so you can cool down some." A wicked grain from Juliana all it took and he followed her upstairs.
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Liam and Mia had walked over to Olivia.
"My love, would you mind if I spoke to Olivia for a moment?" Liam said to his girlfriend 
"You know I don't mind, baby." 
Once they made it outside." So you really like this guy Anton?"
"He's okay, but honestly I really don't know him well. We just went on one date."
"Have you talked with Drake at all?"
"No not at all, it's been over a year since we spoke."
"Here's the thing, remember Riley?"
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"You mean his girlfriend??"
"Yeah her."
 
"Would you just get to the point already?"
"He asked her to marry him last week." 
"Why would you be afraid to tell me this?"
"Well No one really knows how serious the two of you were, but  I knew you both loved each other and despite him meeting this Riley girl you'll always be his first love and the same for you."
"Liam it doesn't mean anything." She couldn't stop the tears from falling.Liam just held her without saying a word for a few minutes. 
"I'm here for you, we can talk about it if you want or not."
"Did you know he was my first?"
"I figured as much, you were so  very young."
"Come on, you guys are only 2 years older than me."
"True, but you know how Drake is, you know he went against his own rules and took a chance with you only being 16, I remember right before you got together you two were always at each other's throats, I remember when he confused he had feelings for you and wanted to come forth, he thought you hated him, you know I encouraged him to just talk to you and treat you better."
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" Thank you for that, um We should go back in before they come looking for us." She said to change the subject and to keep from reliving the past, besides he's engaged now. 
"Yeah I suppose so, so when do I meet this Anton guy?" Oh look at that smile you really like him huh?"
"He seems alright." 
They returned to the party. "Come on people let's dance the night away a very drunken Bertrand yelled out, Maxwell re entered the party with a change of clothes on, Bertrand and Maxwell broke into dancing to,  it actually look like Max had taught his brother some moves, what was impressive was that Bertrand was so drunk he threw off his shirt, and throw it over his head to Penelope who caught it and was super excited, Bertrand winked at her, until he saw Savannah walk up behind her. 
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Drake called Juliana on FaceTime. " Hi Drake oh hi you must be Riley?" 
She smiled. "Yes, nice to meet you."
"Same here he's told me so much about you
"Excuse me, but I called to wish you Happy birthday kid, I really wish we could've been there."
"I totally understand." She said giggling. Some things never change. Drake will always be himself, she thought.
Olivia was walking past, Juliana was talking and she heard Drake voice but also another female, she peeped in to see a woman with blonde hair and blue eyes,  her heart sunk in her chest, it's been over a long time she thought who could blame him for moving on it had been 2 years she was brought from her thoughts when she heard Juliana speaking again
"Look guys, I hate to cut things short, but I need to get back to my party."
Okay Juliana talk later."
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"So that's Maxwell's wife?" She's beautiful." 
"So are you, Brooks, and yes I was certainly surprised when Beaumont got married, he was pretty wild back in the day." 
"I've only met Liam in person, and your sister, I would like to meet everyone else, and that video call doesn't count."
"One day you will, Liam has invited you to his wedding, you know I'm the best man so I would be going down early.
" Just how early?" 
"I need to go a week in advance." 
"I can't let them have you for a week." She teased pulling his 6"3  frame down to her 5"4 and kissed him."I love you Mr Walker."
"I love you too."
He couldn't help but to think of Olivia and the way she used to do the same, only Olivia stood 5" nothing. He closed his eyes and shook his head. 
"Baby I need to take a walk, just to clear my head." 
"Okay baby, don't be too late." 
He walked to a nearby park.
" Liv, stop, why do you act like you hate me so much?" 
"Drake please just go."  " I didn't ask you to be my knight and shining armor."
"Look at me, did Jason, just try to hurt you?" She started to cry. That was all the confirmation he needed. "That son of a b**** , "Beaumont, can you sit with Liv till I return?"
"Go ahead, I won't leave her." 
Once Drake made it inside  Jason was standing surrounded by several  females. "Just who I was looking for, I'll  teach you to never touch a lady when she says no." 
Drake punched him and he fell to the ground,  Drake continued to punch him. Until Liam jumped in front of him,  pleading with him to stop. 
"Drake you're going to kill him, come on go with me and get some air."
They got outside." What the hell happened?" 
"That sob tried to rape her, she's a mess, Liam you know how I feel about her."
Once he returned home Riley questioned him going home "Oh, so you want to go without me?"
"Brooks, it's my best friend's wedding. I can't miss that."
He pulled her over to him, and gently kissed her neck." 
"Come on, let's  go take a shower, we will meet up with your mom in a few hours.
"We can just get ready then."
Brooks, I love you, but you take forever to get ready for like 2 to 3 hours and on top of it all, you hate waking up it takes you 30 minutes to wake fully up." 
"Let's pick something to wear,  and take our shower together."
4 hours later. 
"Brooks,  get up  it's been 30 minutes, it's 9:30 we are supposed to meet your vmom in an hour. " 
"I'm up." Drake was just staring ." Don't worry it's going up in a messy bun, it's only mom."
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Olivia work up to her phone Vibrating, she and Juliana, joined by Kiara and Penelope all fell asleep while watching a movie, everyone was drunk except Mia 
"Hello?" She answered. "Oh Anton, how are you?"
"I'm good, so did you have fun last night?"
"It was okay, wish you could've come, me and most of the girls ended up watching a movie falling asleep."
"So you are still there?"  A hint of jealousy came into his voice. But he quickly changed his tone
"Yes I am, 
"I have to go, talk later." He quickly hung up the phone in her face. 
She stood there in shock for a moment. "Is everything okay?" Mia asked whom Olivia didn't know was in the room.
"Yes it's fine, I got to get to work." 
"Me and Liam both too, it's a good thing I own my own business." Today I'll do 12 till 8.
"There you are my love." Liam gave her a kiss and handed her some money. Remember no ATM use, remember off limits."
She let out a sigh. "Okay I promise. "
"Gotta go." he gave her one more kiss
"What's this you not getting money from the atm?" You have new shoes and a new handbag? Olivia said, rolling her eyes. 
"It's the reason Liam went all crazy on me, and he's been very strict on what I spend, I mean the man puts my bank account to shame. He's only 22, he gave me 20 bucks and said that should be enough for lunch." 
"He's always saved up, but he's also indulged in his lavish gifts as well. "
"He's just showing me how to save and what I should invest in, well I must be going now."
Everyone rushed off to work.
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Two weeks later,  Anton had come over for dinner. Olivia wasn't the greatest cook, but her mom taught her a few Pasta dishes and how to make the sauce to go with them. "It smells wonderful in here, I didn't know you could cook."
"Well not really,  these few dishes I know were passed down from my mom, I used to help her a lot." 
There was a knock on the door. "Ki did you forget your keys?" She said as he opened the door revealing her father and brother standing there. "Father, Joel
"We just came to see, would you like to go get a bite with us?".
 
"While father I have company, and I cooked
"You cooked as in food?"
"stop it, of course I cooked food silly .
"you must really like this new guy?" Can we meet him
"Sure brother, come in." She opened the door and they all went into the dining room and introduced them, her father knew who Anton was already
"Anton this is my father Lionel and my brother Joel
"Nice to meet you." They both said in union.
They sat and talked for a while, but it was just something that Joel didn't like about his sister new man.
"Sis I hate to run but I got some stuff to handle."her brother said as he stood up to leave.
She hugged her brother and walked him out.
"So what do you think brother?" 
"I honestly don't know yet sis, I mean so far I don't like him, he just has a negative vibe and until then I can't say what it is but I don't like this guy sis."
"You don't like anyone I date so what else is new?" Are you dating anyone ?"
"I was just hooking up with this guy named Kevin." 
"So no one special?"
Maybe when I'm old enough, 27 is still young and beside no one looking for me to marry or have a child, since I don't swing for the right team, as aunt Lucinda always tells me how it's a sin to date men and all."
"You can't listen to her, she is so wrapped up in us but doesn't see that Amber is Bi and Casey may be as well, it'll serve her right for looking down on people." 
"Thanks you're the best little sister."
"I'm your only sister." She said with a big smile..
"Let me get back to Anton." She hugged him and went back inside.
Anton sat in the dining room talking to her father but watching the scene out the window. 
"Dinner was delicious, but I must be going." He hid how angry he was that her dad and brother crashed their date.
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ginevrastilinski-ocs · 8 months
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New Ocs!
I have new ocs to introduce, some that aren’t on my masterlist yet (but I’ll add them soon, I promise) (I have too many Gotham ocs, I know that I’ll probably scrap some of them, but until then...)
Shadowhunters
Marceline Seymour - Mundane (with Sight); future Elys’ girlfriend
Her faceclaim is Holland Roden!
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Vincent “Vice” Verlac - Shadowhunter; Nico’s best friend (and ex boyfriend); just wants to be a singer; doesn’t care about fighting;
His faceclaim is Charlie Gillespie!
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Descendants
Esme Balthazar - daughter of Edgar Balthazar; cat lover; her and Carlos are besties; ship TBD
Her faceclaim is Maria Ehrich!
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Celestine - daughter of Blue Fairy
Her faceclaim is Maude Apatow!
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Bernadette “Bernie” Poppins - daughter of Mary Poppins and Bert; twin sister of Armie
Her faceclaim is Millie Bobby Brown!
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Armie Poppins - child of Mary Poppins and Bert; twin brother of Bernie
His faceclaim is Noah Schnapp!
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Gavin - son of the White Knight; sweetest boy ever; 
His faceclaim is Matt Cornett!
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Brielle - daughter of the Red Knight
Her faceclaim is Sadie Soverall!
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Rowan Cheshire - child of the Cat of Cheshire and Redacted; 
Their faceclaim is Joy Sunday!
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Glee
Jean St James - sister of Jesse St James; the sweetest girl in town; already famous singer
Her faceclaim is Olivia Rodrigo!
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Maya Puckerman - younger sister of Noah Puckerman; Cheerio; New Directions memeber; wasn’t there for the first season for reasons lmao
Her faceclaim is Alexia Demie!
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Mirabelle Ryder - Cheerio; no plot just vibes
Her faceclaim is Sofia Carson!
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Morgan Smith - Cheerio; one of the Originals New Directions member; future Broadway star; (maybe a Rachel ship... tbd)
Her faceclaim is Lili Reinhart!
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Melanie Jay - Football Player at McKinley (the only girl in the team); New Directions Memeber; basically girly girl who likes to play football and sing and that can kick your ass
Her faceclaim is Hailee Steinfeld!
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Dulcinea “Dulcie” Klempt - niece of Isabelle Wright; famous dancer
Her faceclaim is Kristine Froseth!
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Ezekiel “Zeke” Wright - son of Isabelle Wright; hates being famous; just wants a normal teenage life; hides in Lima for not handle New York shit
His faceclaim is Dylan Sprayberry!
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Stranger Things
Effie Munson - Eddie Munson’s younger sister; probably a Robin ship (TBD)
Her faceclaim is Emma Mackey!
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Sunny Henderson - Dustin Henderson’s older sister; Steve ship
Her faceclaim is Haley Lu Richardson!
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Ethan Clifford - sweetest guy in all Indiana; ends up in the middle of the Hawkins Supernatural Chaos by accident
His faceclaim is Joshua Bassett!
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Gotham
Annalise Pennyworth - niece of Alfred Pennyworth; Bruce (potential Bruce x Selina) ship
Her faceclaim is McKenna Grace (and probably Meg Donnelly when she’s older but... TBD)!
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Margaret Gordon - young sister of Jim Gordon; the darling of the GCPD (does she work there? No) 
Her faceclaim is Florence Pugh!
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Virginia Falcone - daughter of Carmine Falcone; sister of Sofia and Mario Falcone; (don’t know about her for the vigilante thing... I’m more towards yes but not sure yet)
Her faceclaim is Zoey Deutch!
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Karina Wayne - aunt of Bruce Wayne; Wayne Enterprices’ heiress (at least half of it); future vigilante (name tbd)
Her faceclaim is Anne Hathaway!
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Vera Wayne - twin sister of Bruce Wayne (or at least this is what they think... spoiler: she isn’t)
Her faceclaim is Millie Bobby Brown!
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Myra “Hel” Mooney - niece of Fish Mooney; rich bitch energy 
Her faceclaim is Savannah Lee Smith!
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Penelope Fisher - private detective; just wants to know what the fuck is going on in Gotham; the law can’t stop her lmao
Her faceclaim is Emma Stone!
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Elijah Crow - no plot just vibes; vigilante for sure but name TBD
His faceclaim is Dominic Sherwood!
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Mireille Lacroix - first and only daughter of an elite family of Gotham; future vigilante (name TBD)
Her faceclaim is Dove Cameron!
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omg more trans masc x penelope!! That other request was so cute😭
absolutely, have some pure fluff.
double date with morgan and savannah !!
penelope garcia x transmasc!reader
word count: 410
warnings: none, just pure, sugary, tooth rotting fluff. cishet people /j
a/n: trans masc!reader who's love language is cooking anyone?? my love language is cooking this is so so self indulgent :(( i'm sorry this is so short, i lost motivation like halfway through but i still really wanted to finish it so i hope i was able to do an okay job
a/n 2.0: also i'd like to mention i am not a person of colour (i am so pale you can probably see through me tbh) so i hope i wrote what "blushing" would be in a neutral way for any readers who may be POC, if it's incorrect please let me know so i can correct it as i want my works to be as inclusive as possible and i am always open to constructive criticism :))
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"(name), it smells absolutely amazing. i need you to teach me this recipe sometime." savannah says from behind you.
currently she, your girlfriend penelope, and your mutual friend and co-worker (and savannah's boyfriend) derek, were sitting at the island in your kitchen.
"i'd be happy to! if you'd like i can write it down for you after dinner and you can call me when you make it if you need any advice or help." you replied with a smile, tossing the pasta in the warm pan.
"i'd love that." savannah replies with a smile, taking a sip of her wine.
you were having your monthly double date with derek and savannah, something penelope insisted upon, she loved spending time with all the people she cared about and what a better way to spend time with her boyfriend and her best friend than to have a double date once a month?
it was you guys' turn to host, deciding on a nice, chill dinner in your shared apartment. you had offered to cook, something you loved to do. there was just something so... right and relaxing, about cooking for others. something you had always enjoyed doing.
you plated up the pasta you had made, serving it to the other three with a large smile on your face, sitting down next to penelope. "bon appétit!"
"gosh, baby this looks amazing." penelope says, kissing your cheek as you sit down.
"thank you, penny." you reply, face heating up a little as you smile. "please dig in guys, i hope you all like it."
the dinner was delicious, lots of work talk coming from al of you as you ate. it was interesting to hear work stories from savannah seeing as she was in a completely different profession than you, penelope and derek.
derek and savannah had even brought over some dessert, some cupcakes savannah had baked herself that were absolutely delicious. savannah promised to teach you the recipe in exchange forthr pasta recipe.
over all, it was yet another successful double date with derek and savannah, leaving you and penelope with big smiles on your faces when you settled in for the night.
arms and legs tangled together as you both laid in bed, you knew penelope was likely already planning the next double date in her mind as she began to drift off into sleep.
of course she didn't fall into slumber before whispering a quiet, 'i love you' to you first.
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