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benedictscanvas · 1 year

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Nobody on the BAU team believes Jack Hotchner when he says his father’s new girlfriend is rich and famous. Then they meet her.

A theoretical opening to an Aaron Hotchner x f1 reader if you’re interested, but also no pressure if you don’t vibe with it. I don’t want anything too specific, just happy chosen family shenanigans. Sending all the love to you 💛💛

cute cute cute. as i'm writing this i'm pretty sure i've seen this type of thing before but i cannot remember for the life of me who wrote it! so pls let me know if anyone knows and i'll tag them. sending you all the love back anon <3 || 1.5k words, fem!reader

"Jack, come on man! Has your dad put you up to this?"

"No!" the boy insists, then lowers his voice again, "Dad told me not to tell you, but I couldn't help it."

Derek feels his chest swell with pride until he remembers what Jack's trying to convince him. He narrows his eyes at him again.

"Dave then? Trying to pull one over on me? Just because I switched out his-"

"Derek! I'm telling you the truth. I even have proof," Jack said, eyebrows raised, waiting for Derek to take the bait. His proof was poor at best, but he needed to talk to someone about this.

"Go ahead, kiddo."

Jack pulled out his phone, tapping furiously. Derek waited impatiently, even though he was an inch more intrigued than he had been 30 seconds ago.

When Jack showed him the blurriest photo in existence, that hope was snuffed out immediately.

"Okay, I'm leaving."

Jack grabbed at Derek's arm to make him stay, let him explain and it was enough to catch the attention of the rest of the BAU at their desks. Hotch was in his office, oblivious to the scene, one he would have put a stop to before it started.

"What's Morgan done this time?" JJ asked, making her way over with a smirk. Spence and Emily were listening from their desks too and before Jack could answer, Derek was already speaking.

"No no no, you're not blaming this one on me. Jack's claiming our very own Hotch is dating the Y/N Y/L/N. You know, she's an actress?"

Emily gasped.

"She's not just an actress, she's the actress, thank you Derek. I worship that woman."

"She's pretty amazing," Spencer added.

"Derek," Jack practically whined, "Dad's gonna kill me. I told you in secret!"

"Okay, but you're not serious Jack."

"You can't be."

"I am! So serious. So so serious that you all have to swear you're not gonna tell my dad about this conversation," Jack said, and upon seeing the amused looks of the people that were practically family, he glared at them, "Swear!"

"I swear, Jack," Spencer took pity on him first, but soon JJ and Emily did too, seeing the flush that had travelled up the young boy's neck. He may have grown a lot in his first few years of being a teenager but he kept the same tells that they could all read. Even Derek.

"Alright, alright, I swear too. But when I find out what you're trying to pull, I'm gonna pull something right back. You'll never see it coming, kid."

"Sounds like fighting talk, Jack, you need me to handle this for you?" came a teasing voice, silky smooth, from behind the group. Jack was the only one facing your way, and his face lit up at the sight of you. He went to stand at your side as the rest of them turned to see you in all your glory, smiling at them with that grin that they'd all seen so many times before.

On red carpets. Or movie theatre screens. Never in their office.

"Nah, you're alright Y/N," Jack said, greeting you with a brief but intricate handshake the others couldn't catch in time, "This is Derek, you've heard so much about, and he doesn't believe you're dating my dad."

"Ah, Derek Morgan," you said, enjoying the shock on his face as you said his full name, "You're right to be skeptical, you know. This one ate the last of my cereal this morning, though he swears it wasn't him."

Jack retorts instantly and just like that, the two of you have entered easy banter that the others can't help but sit and stare at. The conversation stops short when Jack bursts out in raucous laughter and you're grinning again, but you quickly turn back to the others.

"I'm so sorry," you say, and it's genuine now without the playful edge, "To show up like this, unannounced, and not even introduce myself. When I practiced this in my head, just know I blew you all away with my first impression."

They all rewarded you with a chuckle and it was enough to put you more at ease.

"I don't think you really need to introduce-"

"Y/N?"

Emily was cut off by another voice behind the group, this time one they knew well from their day to day lives. When they turned, comically in time with one another, they found Hotch at the top of the stairs, brow furrowed as he took the steps downward and walked towards them all.

Or, more accurately, towards you.

"I thought we were meeting you there?" he asked, voice low once he reached you and getting lower still as he murmured, "You don't have to do this, you know."

"I know. I want to," you assure him, eyes all sparkle as you look at him and reach out to briefly squeeze his arm, "Promise."

He nods once, like he's made up his mind. When he turns to the others, he's almost smiling. Spencer finds it a little eerie.

"Everyone, this is Y/N Y/L/N. My-" he stops short, and doesn't realise the entirety of his team is revelling in him being so flustered, "We're seeing each other."

"I'm his girlfriend," you supply, shaking your head at Hotch but you can't keep the smile from your face, "He just hates saying it."

"No," he grinds out, looking at you with nothing but fondness despite his warning tone, "It just doesn't cut it. It's not enough."

"What would you prefer?" Derek butts in, "Your significant other? Life partner? Lover?"

"Enough. She's important to me, let's leave it at that, shall we?"

Derek's suggestions had made you chuckle but Hotch's assertion had made you positively beam. JJ could read it all over her face. She'd moved past being starstruck and into being incredibly happy for Hotch.

"Jack I think we all owe you an apology man," Derek began, then winced and corrected himself when Emily elbowed him right in the ribs, "And especially me. I really thought you were kidding me."

"Jack, you told them?"

Hotch's voice is still stern, but this time directed towards his son. Derek winces again, knowing he's put his foot in his mouth as Jack's shoulders slump. Still glowing, you come to his rescue.

"Oh, Aaron, he's just happy for you," you say placatingly, a hand at his back, a reassurance, before you turn to the team, "It was me who wanted to keep this quiet, not Aaron. I was trying to protect him from my life, but I think I kept it up a little too long. That's why I'm here."

Spencer thinks Hotch might be glowing too. You, you're all ethereal anyway, and there's the essence of something angelic about you, but you seem to have pulled Hotch into your orbit. He's definitely smiling now, just a little. Spencer is trying not to frown at the difference of it all.

"You don't mind that I told them?"

"Not even a bit, Jackaroo," you chuckle when he rolls his eyes fondly at the nickname, "Been wanting to show your dad off for an awful long time, really."

It's cloying, really, the way you hang onto his forearm as you say it, but he's drinking up every drop you send his way. He even goes as far as to rest a hand on your own arm in return, and keeps you close.

"Other way round, sweetheart," he mutters, in some vain hope only you will hear him. He doesn't get his wish. As soon as somebody sighs wistfully, he's stiff again, back straight, "But I think we've shown off enough for one day. Lunch?"

Jack nods enthusiastically, still seeming relieved that you've helped him avoid any scolding, not that Hotch is very good at that, surprisingly. You nod too, sending a last sweet smile to the whole team and insisting that now they've met you, they won't be able to get rid of you. Another round of chuckles.

Emily insists they won't want to get rid of you and she's a little too eager. A little too superfan. If you notice, you don't show it, only saying goodbye to her with an extra warm hug that she can't shake off.

The three of you head off, you still hanging off Hotch's arm, your cheek now smushed against his shoulder. But he's silent, and you're blabbering away with Jack again, more laughter. When they get into the elevator and Derek cranes his head, he can see the real smile on Hotch's face and he gets a little choked up.

"Well shit," he says to the others, coughing it away, "That's me not getting any real work done today."

"You can say that again," somebody says, and soon they've devolved into sitting on desks and gossiping right into the afternoon.

When Dave and Penelope trudge back in after their early lunch to the commotion of everyone's reactions after you'd left, Dave simply asks them how they didn't know sooner. They're not surprised.

And if Penelope cries a little at the thought of just missing you, you'll never know. She has the others sworn to secrecy.

(hotch doesn't return at all)

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alyswritings · 1 year

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Do you think you could do one where jj and the gang gets home and finds his sister (12 or 13) all beaten up by Luke and they just take care of her? pls

The pogues are laughing as they walk into the chateau, JJ smoking a joint which he shares with John B and Kie.

Pope turns the lights on, his eyebrows furrowing at Y/N sitting on the couch, her face hidden in her arms. Pope hits JJ on the arm until he looks over at the couch, everybody quieting down when they notice the twelve year old.

"Y/N?" JJ calls.

She looks up at his voice, his eyes widening at the bruises on her face and her cut lip, some blood smeared on her nose. The others have similar reactions, sharing sad looks. Y/N gets up, beelining for JJ and immediately hug him. She just wants her big brother.

JJ stumbles from the force, but instantly wraps his arms around her.

"Hey, hey. Hey, munchkin. It's okay." JJ places a hand on her head holding her to his chest. John B takes the joint from him, JJ placing his other hand on his sister's back.

JJ feels her body shake as she sobs into his chest.

"Hey, hey, shh." JJ whispers, resting his head on top of hers. "Shh, shh, I got ya. I've got you." He reassures.

Y/N continues to cry, hiccupping when JJ gently pushes her back so he can see her face. JJ cups her face, his thumb lightly grazing over one of the bruises on her cheek making her wince. He immediately pulls his hand away, making sure not to touch any of the other injuries.

"What happened?" He asks, keeping the anger he feels restrained.

"I-- I was home and... and I was doing the dishes and I-I dropped a plate." Y/N sniffles, starting to cry more. "He got really mad and he wou-- wouldn't stop. I-I climbed out of your window since it works better than mine. I thought you would be here and you weren't and-and I didn't know what else to do or where to find you, I--"

"Hey, hey, hey, breathe." JJ pulls her back into a hug. "It's all right. You're safe now. You're safe." He promises, stroking her hair.

"I'm gonna get some disinfectant for your lip." Kie says, offering the younger girl a small smile, before going to the bathroom, looking for the first aid kit.

"Come on." JJ leads his sister over to the couch, making her sit down and he crouches in front of her.

"I don't wanna go home." Y/N sniffles, looking at her brother with a scared look.

"No, no, no, don't worry. Don't worry. We're staying here." JJ assures as he tucks her hair behind her ears.

"Have you eaten anything?" John B asks and Y/N shakes her head. "Um... instant ramen or day old pizza?"

"Both?" Y/N asks. "We don't... we don't have anything at our house."

"Yeah. Yeah, of course. Sure." John B nods. "Come on." He nudges Pope, the two walking over to the kitchen. John B gets the pizza out of the fridge while Pope starts to make the ramen.

"How long have you been here?" JJ asks.

"I don't know. The sun was up. Afternoon at some point." Y/N says.

"Here." Kie walks in with the first aid kit.

"Thanks, Kie." JJ mutters, reaching out for it.

"I got it." She assures. Kie sits next to Y/N, getting what she needs out. "This is gonna sting, but--"

"Don't worry. I'm used to it." Y/N says. They're simple words, yet they manage to break the five teenagers' hearts.

"You want something to drink? We have Pepsi." Sarah says and Y/N nods. "Okay." Sarah walks over to the kitchen. Kie works on Y/N's injuries. Despite being used to it, the tween still winces and tightly grips onto JJ's arm like she always does. JJ softly rubs her knee to comfort her.

After Kie's done, JJ drags Y/N to the bathroom, washing the blood off her face. He leads her into the bedroom and gets a pair of pajama pants and a t-shirt she keeps there.

"Here. Change and then after, the food should be ready, and we can-- I don't know. Watch movies?" JJ suggests. Y/N nods, managing a tiny smile. JJ kisses her on the head before starting to leave.

"Wait." Y/N calls getting him to turn back. "Um... ca-can, uh... can Sarah or-or Kie come in here? Or both? I... my-my arms hurt, I don't-- I can't lift them completely."

"Yeah. Yeah, okay." JJ nods, walking out. "Uh... she-she needs you two." He tells Kie and Sarah. "She-- the-the bruises and changing, it--"

"Yeah. Yeah, okay." Sarah nods, her and Kie going to the room. JJ huffs, running his hands over his face.

"J?" John B quietly calls.

"I'm gonna fucking kill him." JJ mutters.

"Well, kill him tomorrow. Be with her tonight." Pope says.

- - -

After Kie and Sarah help Y/N change, she also put one of the few hoodies JJ owns on. They went back out to the living room and Y/N had the pizza, ramen, and Pepsi. They watched movies all night, letting Y/N choose all of the options.

Now, Sarah, Pope, and Kie are all asleep while JJ is sitting on the couch and John B is sitting next to Sarah, her head resting on his shoulder. Y/N is lying on the couch, her head on JJ's lap.

After the movie ends, JJ looks down and sees his sister asleep.

"I'm gonna get her in bed." JJ says.

"Yeah. Yeah, cool." John B nods.

JJ carefully picks his sister up, carrying her to the bedroom. He puts her down on one side and pulls the other side of the covers back.

"C'mon." He mumbles, helping her get to the uncovered side of the bed. Y/N wakes up, whining in protest. "I know. I know. Just a few seconds, munchkin." He whispers, helping her into the bed. He pulls the blanket up, covering her up to her shoulders and then places a kiss to her head.

JJ quickly changes into pajamas before getting in the bed. Y/N rolls over and hugs his arm. JJ gets his arm free, hugging her.

"You're safe. I promise." JJ quietly says, kissing her on the head again.

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beelmons · 1 year

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about the love languages blurb thing...🥺 can i pls ask for physical touch with Hotch bebé pretty please? i just feel he's do touch-starve it is difficult for him but when it comes to you... he'd do anything🥺

thank u in advance hermana💖

Anything for you sis! 💖 @cassiemartzz

Physical touch + Quality time (Aaron's love language)

Hotch is one of the people in the team with the strongest attachment to his love language, which means that he struggles to use other love languages to express his feelings. However, something very important about Aaron is that he's always open to listening.

He will have a hard time initiating the touches, but if you're straight forward with him and explain how important it is that he holds your hand in public, runs his arm over your shoulders, kisses your chick every once in a while, he will do his best to please you.

You will have to me patient with him, though, when he's overly stressed or in a bad mood, he might forget about the agreements you have come to, but a gentle reminder, that's not pushy, will go a long way. Don't be scared to start the contact, more often than not he will reciprocate.

If he doesn't, though, don't take it the wrong way. His job requires all of his senses to be active, he can get overwhelmed pretty easily. If he rejected you in a particularly harsh way, let him know, he will never try to make you feel unloved.

Make sure to compensate his efforts with quality time on your side as well, otherwise we might feel like he's the one giving everything in the relationship. Dinner, movies, even bed action, your sole attention should be on him when you're lucky enough to have him around.

Scenario:

You made your way, secure enough, towards the offices of the BAU. Not the first time you had been in that office, even if your marriage to the unit chief was rather recent. Familiar faces, his coworkers and friends with whom you had formed bonds with, welcomed you with hugs and smiles.

Even Garcia was summoned from her lair to provide you with attention, everyone around you simply smiled at your presence. They were all witnesses to the happiness you had brought their boss, and they were forever thankful for that.

"I'm not kidding, I have filed official FBI complaints on Hotch for not bringing you more often." Penelope told you. You took a second glance at JJ just to confirm the statement, and she simply nodded with certain exhaustion. The fact made you break into a loud laugh, the kind of laugh that would resonate throughout the entire office.

The harmonious, and unmistakable, melody snapped Aaron's attention to the window of his office, which was your initial destination until you got held back by a barrier of FBI agents asking about your day. Once he had confirmed you were the source of it, he dropped every pen and paper he had at hand to reach the point where you wer standing.

"Honey," he made his way in between Morgan and Reid to reach you "what are you doing here?" after his words, he took a step forward to give you a gentle hug.

"Hey, babe, I'm just dropping this off." you raised a black gym-style bag "I was doing laundry and noticed you took the old go-back instead of the clean one."

Aaron grabbed the object with a frustrated and slightly embarrassed sigh "I must've forgotten to empty it when I got from my last trip, I'm sorry you had to come all the way here for it."

"Don't worry handsome, I love having an excuse to stop by and have a little chat with this lovely group of people." you said as you gestured to the agents and everyone seemed to blush at your statement.

"Which reminds me, Garcia, take down the current complaint before Strauss actually gets to it." the man glared in the blonde's direction. She muttered a quiet 'yes sir' and lowered her sight.

"Well, as much as I enjoy coming to the serial-killer bat-cave, I actually have to pick up Jack from your Jessica's, you guys have a safe trip." you directed your words at everyone "and, see you when you get back?" the last sentence you directed only to Aaron.

He nodded slightly and took another step forward. His right arm curled around your waist, and his left one dragging your face closer by the base of your neck. His lips smashed into yours in a passionate kiss that lasted around three seconds, which was two seconds too long for an appropriate workplace kiss, by the way. Once he pulled away, his eyes found yours "I love you."

"Love you, too." you barely muttered, still dizzy from the kiss. Without even noticing the rest of the people that stared at the two of you, you turned on your heels to walk back out of the office.

Reality hit Aaron like a truck when he met multiple eyes of flustered subordinates that had just admired the entire R-13 show the two of you had put on.

"Mazeltov." Rossi joked, earning quiet chuckles from the rest.

"Everybody back to work." his tone had gone back to commanding, not the high pitched caring one he wore when you were around. Without glancing at them any further, he moved back to his office to resume his activities.

"On my 30th birthday he gave me a handshake." Reid pointed out disappointedly.

"If you want a kiss, you have to look like that, kid." Morgan mocked, referring to you. The rest of the team laughed the situation off and everyone returned to their duties as ordered.

Aaron couldn't help to beat himself over it for a little bit, but after further inspection, he didn't care. Many things he promised the day you got married, and many he wasn't sure he would be able to hold, but if there was something he had vowed to do without fail, was that he would never leave your side without a kiss goodbye, a proper kiss goodbye.

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maybanksbabe · 7 months

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missing jj x jb x reader desperately, will probably be sending in some ideas for them tmrw but if you have any ideas pls share bc i don’t have a ton rn🥰

-🐝

I've been thinking too ngl because I'm in a certain kind of Mood that only Poly Thots can solve 🫠🫠 I'll put some stuff below the cut to get us both thinking 👀

I can't find the original ask but there was one a while ago about JJ making JB warm him whilst spooning and watching a movie, now I can't help but picture that JJ picked up some extra work so he'll be out late, so R and JB are watching a movie or two. He can't stop fidgeting and fussing and it's not until R's had enough that she asks what's wrong. He's in that subby headspace and just needs something to distract him for a little while. R gets her strap out and they settle beneath the blankets, she takes it nice and slow, gently pushing in bit by bit with plenty of lube and check-ins with JB, who's just desperate to feel full. Her strap is a little bigger and thicker than JJ and definitely helps him relax just as much. She lets him warm the strap for as long as he needs/wants and she slowly jerks him off after a little while. Needless to say it leaves him content.

And I've also been considering (thanks to twitter lmao) the rare occasions where the three of them go soft and slow; JB on the bottom with R on top, her back against his chest with JJ on top of her facing them both. DP with JB in R's ass and JJ in her pussy just taking their time and having nowhere else to be, spending the whole night just pressed together, moving in tandem and more than likely falling asleep like that.

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demonic-pokeyfruit · 4 years

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Have a Clover~

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rafescoke · 3 years

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i’m sooo obsessed with your entire page holy moly. if you’re taking requests can i get kinda an angst one where the reader is with jj and finds out him and kie have been doing stuff behind her back, and the rest of the group knew the whole time? so she ends up getting close to rafe and hanging out with his friends so it eventually ends up with rafe x reader??? sorry that’s so long lol pls never stop writing, i love your fics too much <3

All I Ask ; Rafe Cameron

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#Part 1

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Pairing: Rafe Cameron x reader x JJ Maybank

Summary: Reader finds herself in the arms of her best friend’s brother after finding her boyfriend cheating on her

Warnings: Cheating, substance, mentions of sex, jealous Rafe, JJ & Kie being an asshole

A/N: Thank you so much for the amount of love I received from my last two works! It has been so overwhelming and I love each one of you with all my heart <3

p.s, my request box is always open! Send random ideas and I’ll turn them into a fic <33

p.p.s, so sorry if this isn’t my best work :(

“Come on, (Y/N), don’t be a party pooper!”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes as she pulled her best friend aside from all the commotion, “Sarah. I’m serious. I feel like he’s cheating on me.”

“He’s not!” Sarah groaned, and when (Y/N) gave her a look, she sighed. “I’m serious. He loves you too much, okay? Look, tomorrow’s your birthday, right? I’m sure JJ’s just ignoring you as a part of your birthday surprise.”

(Y/N) wanted to believe her so bad, but she couldn’t deny the strong feeling growing inside her. Ever since a month ago, JJ wasn’t there for her like always. When she tried to hold him in the van or at the Chateau, he would flinch and scoot away from her. She didn’t know what to do anymore.

“Look-” Sarah cupped her face, her eyes boring into hers. “I promise that he’s not cheating on you. Can you please let this go? How about you go and find him, have a smoke, and then come back to me with the verdict?”

(Y/N) hummed back in response, thinking about what Sarah had just told her. When she first moved to Obx from the city 4 years ago, she had been spending most of her time with the other kooks. When she bumped onto JJ one particular evening while he was too busy mowing down her lawn, that was when most of her happiest days started.

(Y/N) made her way towards the far end of the beach where JJ and the other pogues were hanging out, her feet lightly patting against the hot sand. (Y/N) took a deep breath when she saw the love of her life laughing on a log, and quickly walked towards him.

“Hey,” she started, sitting on the empty space beside him. JJ shifted, giving her more space, and muttered a quick ‘hi’ back. He offered her a beer, to which she shook her head to, and he shrugged before downing the whole content.

“You’ve got some beer here,” (Y/N) said, leaning forward to wipe the tiny droplet on his chin. JJ hurtled backwards as if on cue, and quickly wiped the stain with the back of his hand. (Y/N) stared at him, being caught off guard, but decided to not create any drama.

“You really don’t have to do that,” (Y/N) muttered, wrapping her cardigan over her tighter. The cold night air swept over her, causing her hair to fall over her shoulders. She didn’t bother to fix it as she watched JJ scoffed, the fire in front of them reflecting on the surface of his blue eyes.

“Do what? Wipe my mouth? Come on, (Y/N), it’s really not that big of a deal,” JJ sighed. He didn’t even bother to hold her hand, to reassure her that it’s really okay, and instead he continued his conversation with John B about some kind of a movie. She noticed Pope looking at their way, but he quickly turned to look at the waves when she returned his gaze.

“Do you want to smoke?” she tried again, this time with her hands on his lap. He didn’t move, and (Y/N) took this as a good sign, her heart fluttering happily.

It’s progress.

“You sure?” he asked, fumbling with his back pocket to reach for his extra blunt. When he grasped the rolled up herbs between his fingers, he handed it to her, smiling when she scooted closer. He lighted it for her, watching her took a deep huff before blowing the smoke.

“That’s good?” he asked before taking a blow for himself. He felt his heavy mind getting lighter, the weight he has been holding since forever slowly lifting into the air. He laughed, and turned to look at the state of the girl beside him.

“Thank you, baby,” (Y/N) smiled, this time with her head on his shoulder. She saw Pope looking at them with some kind of a heavy look again, but just like before, he turned away before she could ask him anything.

“Pope?”

Pope’s attention from the crashing waves turned completely to (Y/N), his eyes wide and his mind panicking. His eyes glanced to the blonde boy beside her for a second, but it settled back to her. “Yes?”

“You’re okay? You keep looking at me. Is there anything that you want to tell me?”

“Me?” he pointed to his chest, and when he saw the look on JJ’s face, he laughed, making an action of swatting his hands against the air. “Oh no. I was just thinking about something else. I guess I involuntarily looked at you.”

(Y/N) laughed with him, her head still on JJ’s shoulder, her eyes slowly squinting against the glowing fire that seemed to be too bright. She turned to whisper to JJ, “Can we go home?”

“Tonight? But It’s Bonfire night. We can’t leave yet,” he protested, glancing at both of his friends for help. Pope, not wanting to spend anymore time with them anymore, quickly stood up from his seat and walked towards the main space of the party.

“I’m gonna go with Pope, okay? Find Sarah. Go and talk to her? I’ll call you later,” JJ quickly added, standing up from his seat, stirring (Y/N) from her previous position. She sighed, her head still woozy, but she didn’t want to think about the possibility of him cheating on her.

He wanted her first, it’s just not possible for him to suddenly lose feelings for her. The countless times he would tell her that he loves her, that she’s the only girl he will ever mark as his, and now nothing?

She groaned, kicking the sand, all while the muffled music thrumming against her eardrums. She turned to look at John B, the only guy left with her, and opened her mouth to say something.

“Do you see the problem, John B?” she asked, her voice slow. When he didn’t reply, she sighed again, this time standing up from her seat to return to the ongoing party. “This is exactly the fucking problem.”

She didn’t understand; why is everyone treating her differently? What did she do? She sacrificed almost everything to be apart of their group, including her relationship with her kook friends. At that moment, she longed for her bedroom, where she knew she will be totally safe, all cuddled up with Netflix to enjoy.

“If it isn’t the princess,” a voice said from behind her back, and (Y/N) rolled her eyes before turning to look at the source. The tall figure of Rafe Cameron loomed over her, and (Y/N) tried to block his scent of cigarette and expensive cologne. She never really stopped liking his smell.

The Camerons and her family are business partners, and that was the core reason for her family to move to Obx in the middle of July 4 years ago. Meeting Sarah and her siblings for the first time, she couldn’t deny the strong attraction she felt towards the oldest sibling, but she had thought of it as nothing more than a silly crush and tried to focus more on her relationship with a certain blonde boy living on the other side of the island.

“You can take a picture, it’ll last longer that way,” he smiled, and (Y/N) groaned when she could hear the amused tone lacing in his gruff voice. She made to walk away, but was halted by Rafe’s fingers around her wrist.

“Come on, I was just playing. That’s not the way to treat an old friend,” he laughed, letting go of her. He looked around her, noticing her odd behaviour, and suppressed his smile. “Where’s the boyfriend?”

“I don’t know,” she finally replied, and returned the gesture of looking around him. “Where’s the girlfriend?”

Rafe laughed, throwing his head back as his hair messily slicked to the back. “Girlfriend? I don’t do girlfriends. Come on, (Y/N), you know that.”

“Not a surprise,” she said in a singing tone, giving her attention towards the dancing bodies next to the speaker. “Look, Rafe, just say whatever you want to say to me, okay? I’m tired of trying to figure out what people wanted to say to me.”

“I just want to make a conversation,” he shrugged, chugging down his beer before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. His actions reminded her of JJ, and she quickly looked away when she felt a pang of hurt across her heart.

“Uh-oh, I know that look,” Rafe said, tugging her chin to force her to look at him. (Y/N) grunted, feeling his cold skin against hers, but she let him stare into her eyes before quickly pulling away. “Yeah. It’s that look you’ll put when you’re worried about something. What’s up?”

“Rafe, it’s really nothing,” she sighed, scooting away from the boy. She looked around again, and her eyes landed on a certain blonde boy, and she could feel her heart soaring up again. Rafe’s eyes followed her gaze, and when he saw JJ, he turned to look away.

“I’ll talk to you later, okay?”

“Yeah, whatever,” Rafe replied, already making his way towards the keg station. (Y/N) noticed the change in his behaviour, seeing how cold he turned, but decided not to mention it. She was being cold towards him first, so she guessed it was fair for him to be acting that way.

Rafe didn’t understand how blind she could be. Couldn’t she notice the pattern of the girls he fucked? How they all looked so similar to her?

He scoffed, sipping from his red cup as he watched her walk towards the boy that stole her from him. Everything was going perfect; they were hanging out almost every day; just her and Rafe, either it was in his swimming pool or (Y/N)’s hot tub. When her father had hired JJ Maybank to mower his lawn, that was when everything went downhill.

“Cameron,” a voice greeted from beside him, and when he turned to look at the figure, he expressed a sly smirk.

One more person that looked like her.

. . .

JJ’s phone was beside her.

She kept telling herself no, that she should trust him since they are in a relationship, but her brain was yelling for her to go through his phone.

He’s cheating on you.

She groaned, unable to contain herself anymore as she grabbed his phone, looking around briefly before typing his passcode.

The phone vibrated in her hands as she failed to guess his passcode, and she frowned before the screen. It had been her birthday’s date, so why wouldn’t it open? She tried again with their anniversary date, and again, was met with the same fate.

“What the fuck?” she said to no one in particular, and sighed before trying out random numbers. Lastly, she pressed all 1, not thinking much of it and already accepting her defeat. She exclaimed in happiness when his home screen appeared with his background a picture of a dog.

(Y/N) frowned again, remembering how it used to be a picture of them, but decided to not question it as their picture had been replaced by a dog instead of something else. She went through his Instagram, scroling down the many direct messages, through his Imessages; where he texts the pogues a lot and through his Snapchat, only finding their private pictures in his ‘my eyes only’.

She released the breath she didn’t realise she was holding, shutting the phone off and letting it lay in its previous position. She smiled, secretly cursing at herself for ever doubting JJ. He must’ve been busy with his life, just-

Ding!

Involuntarily, (Y/N) picked up the phone and watched as Kie’s name appeared. She typed in his passcode quickly, trying to see what she needs so that she could try and help her with anything in case if it’s urgent. Her heart stopped for a minute when she saw her text.

Kie: You’re sleeping with her tonight?

Why would she even text him that?

(Y/N) sat up straighter, her fingers gliding across the screen in a swift motion.

wdym?

She watched as the typing signal appeared, biting the insides of her cheeks. She looked at the direction of the toilet again, hearing the blonde boy humming to a Nirvana song. She looked at the screen again.

Kie: You promised me you would be with me tonight

Kie: Just us two

Oh my god.

She could feel the hot tears coming in, but her bathroom door creaked open, so she threw the phone back to its initial position and cleared her throat, looking to the ceiling and randomly muttering words to herself.

“Huh?” JJ asked, looking at the direction she pointed. He saw nothing, and looked back to her.

“I said white’s not the color anymore. I think I’m changing it to grey. What do you think?” She asked, feeling her throat hurting. She cleared her throat again as JJ stared at the ceiling one more time, his face all scrunched up.

“I think grey’s okay?” He said, but it was more to a question. He took his phone and sat beside her, shielding his screen from her. She watched him from the corners of her eyes, silently interpreting his strange demeanor.

She cursed when it finally hit her; she hadn’t delete her text to Kie.

She bit her lips, curling her toes and randomly tracing circles on her lap. She couldn’t breathe, she couldn’t see clearly, she couldn’t think.

How could she forgot to delete that one, single text?

“I have to go,” JJ stood up, slipping his phone into his pocket. (Y/N) looked at him, ready to ask if she could follow, but halted her action when he put a hand up.

“I’m seeing John B. Something about, um, Sarah stuff. Just me and Pope. The boys,” he muttered, clearly trying to tell her that he wouldn’t be bringing her to the Chateau. (Y/N) nodded, feeling her heart sank, because she finally understood everything;

The glances he would give to Kie in the HMS Pogue, the brief moments where he would put his hands around Kie’s waist when he tries to slip in between her and someone, the flirtatious laugh he’ll emit when she makes a joke - it all made sense.

(Y/N) used to think that it was all just friendly behaviour and how he had known her longer hence it must’ve been normal for best friends to do that. One thing that (Y/N) likes about herself is how she’s able to guess things correctly -

But she had never wanted to be so wrong about something before.

“You’re okay by yourself tonight?”

“Huh?” She finally looked up to him, seeing his blue eyes staring straight into her boring ones. “Yeah. I’ll be fine.”

“Okay,” he smiled, proceeding towards the open window to exit her bedroom. (Y/N) ‘s father would never give his blessings towards this relationship, so he had to enter and exit his girlfriend’s room through the window.

He hesitated before reaching the seating girl, placing a soft but immediate kiss on her cheeks. (Y/N) smiled weakly in return, not trusting herself to say anything.

How could he?

Ten minutes after his departure, (Y/N) quickly grabbed her father’s car keys before fleeing after a particular black motorcycle. She didn’t even think about turning the car radio on, and her mind was set on only one thing; JJ and Kie.

When she arrived at the Chateau, her fingers trembling and her hair all over the place from the wind while she was driving down the road, forgetting to close the window, she quickly made her way to their usual hanging out place.

Before she could enter the room, Pope’s voice interrupted her actions.

“(Y/N)? What the fuck are you doing here?” he asked, his eyes widening. He looked at her palm around the doorknob, and let out a nervous laugh. “You’re looking for JJ? He’s not here.”

She gets it now.

“Pope, I know,” was all she said before opening the door.

She felt her world shattering right after she was greeted with the sight of Kie on JJ’s lap, running her fingers through his blonde locks while she kissed him tenderly like (Y/N) always did. John B and Sarah were right next to him, cheering him on, but stopped when they finally looked up to the looming figure.

“Oh my god,” Kie exclaimed, pushing herself off JJ and fixing her hair. (Y/N) made a look, disgust filling every inch of her body as she quickly walked away from the scene, not wanting to hear any apologies or explanation.

None of that mattered to her; she just wanted to go home.

“(Y/N)!” she heard him yell, but she exited the Chateau as fast as her feet could take her, not stopping to look at him. She cursed when she couldn’t find the right key to open her door, her fingernails clanking against the metal.

“It was a dare!” JJ said, right after he reached her. He watched as she didn’t pay any attention towards him, still fumbling for her keys. “I swear! The kiss was just a dare!”

“Was the text a dare as well?” she asked, finally putting the right key into the keyhole and stepping into the car. JJ cursed and stepped aside, feeling drained and tired from the screaming.

Of course he didn’t send the ‘wdym’. He never like short forms, only using them when he is in the toilet and typing with his left hand. Why didn’t he realised this sooner?

“I’m sorry,” he said, but before he could say anything else, the girl drove straight towards the exit, away from him.

The worst part of all wasn’t about not having a chance to explain himself to get out of the mess he made, but it was when he saw the pained look on her face.

“Fuck!” he yelled, kicking a stone and making his way back towards the Chateau.

(Y/N) fingers scrolled down the many contacts in her phone as she tried to focus on the road simultaneously, and finally stopping when she reached the letter ‘R’ contacts.

She tapped on the first name under the R letter, putting the phone call on speaker and placing her phone on her lap. She shuddered, suddenly remembering the way she had found JJ and Kie in, but shook her head when his voice filled the atmosphere.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Rafe.”

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kolsmikaelson · 2 years

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jealousy- jj maybank x reader

gif is not mine. full credit to owner.

this is a repost of a fic i posted on my obx blog (thats now deactivated)

word count- 721 | join taglist | warnings- angst-ish, not proofread

request- hi :) (i feel so shy rn) i’ve seen that you are taking requests, and i’m in a sad mood now, so, could you write some jj angst? maybe the reader and him being a couple, but with everything that’s going on he barely pays attention to her and she feels bad about it?? fluff ending pls i’m not that sad. thank u sm 💜 ( made by @obxession )

The day that JJ, Pope, and Kie got the photo proving that John B and Sarah were alive was the day that you feared you had finally lost JJ. You were by his side when everyone believed they were dead, you were by his side when people would give him nasty looks in public, you were by his side when people would call John B a murderer and JJ would stick up for him. It felt like JJ didn’t care, as soon as he saw John B on his screen you might as welll have been broken up with. It felt like you had lost JJ long before any of what happened the past summer was even a thought in anyone's mind.

*flashback*

You were sitting in class beside JJ when you heard his phone buzz on the desk. Turning your head you give him a look as if to say “who is it?” Which earns a shrug from him before he creeps towards Pope and Kiara, who seem to have gotten a message as well. Moments later JJ rushes out of the room with the other pogues following him. Although you had been friends with the group since you were young, you always knew they were all closer with each other than they were with you. Always leaving you out, whether it be purposeful or not, they didn’t seem to care for you.Getting your phone out you pull up JJ’s contact sending a quick message.

To jj<3- whats up? where r u guys at?

From jj<3- not now y/n. i'll fill u in later.

Your heart dropped, normally he isn’t so vague or cold with you. Shrugging it off, you continue with your classwork hoping JJ would actually fill you in later that day.

[...]

He’d suggested a movie date night a few nights earlier that week, which he had been talking up all week. He kept talking about how perfect he was gonna make it for you and you couldn't help yourself from being excited for it, but when he managed not to show you couldn't help but be disappointed. You fell asleep on your couch waiting for JJ to show up that night.

The next morning you woke up hoping for at least a text from him apologizing for not being there but when you turned your phone on you had zero messages from the blonde. You send him a fast text saying “can you meet me outside school today? I wanna talk.”

As soon as you got to the school you saw the mess of blonde hair waiting anxiously on the steps. Making your way towards him you caught his eye which made him wave you over as if to rush you. You stop in front of him and greet him with a kiss. “So JJ, uh what happened to the date night last night?”

“That's what you needed me for? Y/n i have better things to be doing than worrying with you right now.’ he grumbles shaking his head. “Not everything revolves around you Y/n you do know that right?”

“I’m sorry?” you question. “You think I don't know that? My whole life you and the rest of the pogues have thrown me to the side and acted as if I didn't exist. I’m not even sure how we ended up together considering you have been avoiding me like the plague recently. I just wanted to know why you missed the date you specifically set up.”

His eyes soften hearing the tone of your voice, “Baby I’m sorry. I didn't even realize you felt like that. I feel terrible. The other pogues love you too, nobody means to leave you out. I love you the most though, you know that right?” he rambles pulling you into a tight hug. “I know J. I'm sorry too. I just miss you, so so much and I had gotten so excited about last night but when you didn't show I got really upset.”

“Hey no baby don't apologize this is on me. How about we skip and go to your place and I make it up to you yeah?” He said.

“I’d like that a lot JJ.” you say with a smile. “Let's go then hot stuff.” he jokes pulling you towards his bike.

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hrrysluv · 3 years

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FETUS HARRY AS A BOYFRIEND

pairings — fetus!harry styles x fem!reader

authors note — hi this is my first head cannon ??? also my first time writing for fetus harry. i saw this from a jj maybank head cannon but i can’t remember who did it. i love fetus harry sm (my bf) and there’s hardly any fics about him so i decided to make one :D

navigation requests

october 5 — 6:23am

harry <3: just ran out of toothpaste :((

day: ruined 👎🏻👎🏻

you sent an image kissing a tube of toothpaste

you: sucks to suck

harry <3: you’re the worst 🖕🏻🖕🏻

october 5 — 7:45am

harry <3: i’m on the side walk

pls hurry

it’s chilly

☹️☹️

you: ok !! i’m coming

harry <3: :D

october 5 — 9:49am

harry <3: i hate this sm

i wanna go home

can we skip

i wanna see u

you: we have next period together !!

and we can have a sleep over tn !!

now pay attention in class

harry <3: :((

october 5 — 3:21pm

harry <3: pizza tn ??

you: yesss😋

omg i love u <333

harry <3: 😧😧🫂

october 5 — 6:52pm

harry <3: i’m watching disney and eating pizza rn

“when are you gonna stop that, i thought you were changing the movie” you whined after seeing your phone screen light up with harry’s new text showing.

“i am !! i just wanted to tell you what i was doing” harry defended chuckling lightly. you playfully slapped his chest and he pulled you into his arms, finally focusing on the tv. he placed a light kiss on the top of your head before you felt yourself falling asleep.

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jjmaybanksimp2000 · 2 years

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Been Too Long..

Summary: the pogues keep cockblocking you and jj gets frustrated with all of it warning: smut, fingering,just straight porn lets be real this is my first smut so pls do not judge me

It’s been long, too long. It all started last week, the pogues caught you and JJ making out on the kitchen counter, and made it a point to stop you and JJ from doing anything fun since. They say you need “time apart” JJ’s been taking it awfully, but you, you’re chill. Sexually frustrated but chill. They were holding a drive in movie again and instead of sitting with the gang, JJ insisted you two sit by yourselves. Why? Because “I wanna cuddle with my girl.” You two got some popcorn and a blanket and began to watch the movie. At about 10 minutes into the movie you felt a hand on your upper thigh. You glanced up at JJ but he was staring at the screen with a smirk. So you chose to ignore it for now. But slowly, his hand slid higher, and higher, until his hand rested over your clothed core. Your eyes widened and you tilted your head back to look at his face. He was looking at the screen but leaned his head down to whisper in your ear “Shhh baby, wouldn’t want anyone to see would we?” He smirked and slid your shorts and underwear to the side as he glided a finger over your heat. You let out a quiet whimper and glanced over to the gang. They were too enthralled in the movie to even notice. He slowly started to rub circles over your clit and you leaned your head back and began to breathe heavily. “JJ please” You whispered quietly “What, princess? Want me to stop?” He whispered into your ear with a smirk. That asshat, he knew what you wanted, he started this in the first place. “G-go faster please.” You whimpered quietly and so he did. He rubbed fast furious circles over your clit and slowly slid a finger into your heat. You let out a quiet moan and bit your lip to stop yourself from moaning too loud. “Such a good girl for me hm? Always letting me make you feel good. My good girl.” He whispered into your ear as you whimpered and felt your orgasm nearing. “Shhhh, good girl, go on, come on my fingers baby you can do it.” He coaxed as he sped up his movements. You threw your head back onto his shoulder as you reached your high. JJ was mumbling praises into your ear the whole time as you came down from your high. You were panting as he chuckled into your ear. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard later, you have no idea.” And you couldn’t wait. To be continued??? lemme know if you want me to post a part two

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collecting-stories · 2 years

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if you’re still taking drabble requests pls anything jj maybank fluff!! thank uuu <3

You bit down a little harder on your bottom lip, facial expression concealed for the most part behind the mask you were wearing. When the recurring and now familiar jab of a pencil eraser on your thigh happened again you grabbed the pencil, yanking it out of your boyfriend’s hand and turning to look at him.

Even with a mask you could tell he was smiling.

“Stop it JJ.” You whispered, the animated sounds of the life science movie your teacher had put on drowning you out for the most part.

“What?” He asked innocently.

“Stop jabbing me with your pencil,” you tossed the offending piece of writing equipment back on his lap. “What do you want?”

“I didn’t have a pencil, you just gave this to me.”

“I swear to god JJ…what do you want?” You huffed, frustrated that he was bugging you. You’d made it all the way to Friday and the teacher had promised the movie if everyone turned in their homework, something that had forced you to do both yours and JJ’s, and you were hoping for 45 minutes of not having to think too hard. Pope was right when he’d told you at the beginning of the school year not to pair up with JJ. Nothing good could come of it.

“Ask to go to the bathroom.” He replied, leaning closer to you, whisper slightly muffled by the gater you always bitched at him for wearing. ‘Get a real mask’ had been an ongoing argument for months between the two of you.

“No.” You shook your head, “I’m watching this.”

“Bullshit.” He replied.

“No,” you repeated, “I did your homework all week for this, I’m not skipping out cause you don’t wanna be here.”

JJ had been bugging you since homeroom to ‘ask to go to the bathroom’ so he could, as he said ‘properly mack on you’ since he couldn’t with the obstruction of the masks. As much as you loved your boyfriend, and god did you put up with a lot of JJ’s antics, you didn’t feel like leaving the only class that wasn’t making you do work just to kiss him in a dingy bathroom.

“Come on-“

“Mr. Maybank, I assume you have a good reason for disrupting my class.” The teacher called, drawing all eyes away from the paused movie and onto JJ. You slumped down in your seat, trying to deflect some of that attention.

“Sorry ma’am,” JJ replied, cool as ever, “just trying to mack on my desk partner.”

“JJ,” you hissed, shoving him.

“Well, you’re in my classroom, on my time, so you can take your chair outside and stop interrupting my class.” Your teacher remarked, waving a hand toward the door. Just as you started to sit up again she turned her gaze on you, “and you can head down to the office.”

“What? Why?”

“We don’t put our hands on each other.”

The door had shut behind JJ when you yanked it open again, finding him somehow already playing some dumb game on his phone. When he looked up at you his gater slipped down passed his nose and he huffed in annoyance. “You got sent out here too?”

“I got sent to the office.” You clarified, “for shoving you.”

“See, karma’s a bitch.”

“You literally are also in trouble Jay. Now put your mask back on before you get in even more trouble,” you replied, glancing down the hall to see if the hall monitor was at her desk.

“Coast is clear.” He shrugged, pulling it all the way down and tilting his head up. “Come on, one to remember you by.”

“I’ll be back by lunch you weirdo,” you huffed, pulling your mask off long enough to lean down and kiss him.

#jj maybank drabble #I’m sure nc doesn’t have a mask mandate but I’m sure JJ would be a pain in the ass if they did #only because he’s way too adhd to be able to wear a mask through the entire school day

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outerbongs · 3 years

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It’s Perfect!

JJ x Female! Reader

AN: I’m back besties!!! The writing won’t be every day but I will gradually get back into it! I have like 16 requests I’m gonna get through over the next few weeks <3

Request (Anon): Super fluffy and surf themed JJ x reader pls x

Summary: JJ and reader have been dating for a while. He never took you on a real date because he’d known you since you were little. He plans the perfect first date for you, with everything you love.

NO WARNINGS JUST EXTREME FLUFF!!! <3

You and Kiara are sitting at The Wreck sharing fries on your guys’ break.

‘You’ve never been on a real date with him?’ You shake your head. Deep down, you had wished that every time he asked a question, it would be those 8 letters. All you had wanted for the 6 months you had been dating.

‘I thought he was stupid but wow…. That boy is something else.’ Kiara sits in disbelief. What neither of you knew, was that JJ was sitting in the booth behind, and heard everything. Time for the perfect plan.

JJ headed to the dock and went out on the Pogue with John B and Pope to brainstorm plans.

‘Bro, your first date? You’ve been together for 6 months.’

‘Yeah, but we knew each other before, so we didn’t need to get to know each other. But I heard her and Kie today at the Wreck. She wanted a first date. All this time. I’m an idiot.’

‘Okay. Let’s think. What does she love the most?’ JJ sits for a while and thinks of every possible thing you loved. Then his brain clicks. He has the perfect plan. He tells the others and they all go and set it up.

It’s a few hours later, and you and Kie are watching a movie when JB and Pope walk in. Pope stretches his hand out to you.

‘M’lady, if you would please follow me.’ You and Kie share a look before letting out a chuckle. You attempt to question the boys but the only reply you get is a hush from JB. They make you close your eyes on the drive to the beach, and when you arrive. They walk you down the sandy path and stop you just as you begin to feel the warm breeze on your hair. As you open your eyes, you’re greeted with a grinning blonde, standing next to a checkered red blanket filled with strawberries,peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, bottles of summer fruits, and small red velvet cupcakes. All of your favourites. He remembered. Your hands reach your mouth as a silent gasp is followed by a cheesy grin, your eyes are bright with awe.

‘Y/n Y/l/n, will you go on a date with me?’ You let out a laugh as you nod your head. You run up to him and jump into his arms. Whispering ‘thank you, it’s perfect’ into his ear, a few tears left your y/e/c eyes.

You sit for hours talking, munching and laughing that your mouth hurts from smiling too much, but you didn’t care. After all the food has been eaten, you sigh and look at the water, laying your head on his chest.

‘Thank you, JJ. This has been the most perfect date ever.’ He looks down at you.

‘What makes you think it’s over?’ You sit up and look at him with confused eyes. He leaps up, grabs his surfboard from behind the nearby tree, and runs into the water. Behind him, the sunset lights up the ocean. He turns back to you.

‘You coming?’ He gestures to the second board behind the tree. Your smile brings a laugh as you run into the water with him. He watches in awe as you surf the waves, your smile filling your face, your clothes dripping wet. He wonders why he didn’t do this sooner. He’s never been happier. Snapping him out of his trance, you sit on your board opposite him.

‘Now this? This is perfect. I love it, thank you.’

‘I love you, Y/n.’ You stop. He just said it, for the first time. For 2 months, you’d wanted to say it. No more hearts, no more ‘I love the fact you…’. He said it, straight up.

‘I love you too, JJ Maybank.’

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squiggledrop · 4 years

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Shared Smiles

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Summary: Spencer loves Reader and Reader loves Spencer. The only problem is, they are best friends and are both too scared to admit their feelings. Spencer is afraid to get too close to Reader for fear of losing them. What happens when that line is crossed?

Word Count: 4k

Pairings: Spencer Reid x Reader

Category: Fluff

Warnings: Kissing, pls lmk if there are more! :)

Notes: This is my first fic so pls lmk what you think!

You and Spencer had always been close. Over your years at the BAU, the two of you became best friends. Spencer would bring you a coffee every morning, and in return, you would leave little sticky notes on his desk stating random facts you quickly found on the internet just to make him smile. When you weren’t on a case, your weekends were filled with Doctor Who marathons at your place (you obviously had the better tv) and Spencer planning a “fun” activity at some museum or convention for the morning after. You were the only one on the team who was always up for whatever Spencer had planned. Even if you didn’t find it half as interesting as he did, you would always have a great time because you got to spend the day with him doing what he loves with a giant smile on his face.

Even though you practically lived at each other’s apartments, spending all of your days off together, when you would stay the night at the other’s, there was never a question that one of you would always sleep on the couch. A few months back, when Spencer’s migraines were really intense, you had told him that he could sleep in your bed with you so he could sleep more comfortably. Upon hearing your words, he looked as though you had just told him that you set all of his books on fire. He swiftly shut you down and insisted on taking the couch. He may as well have just set you on fire with how much his words wrenched your heart. That was the most pain you had ever felt and all you could do was crack a smile and wish him goodnight.

Although you would never admit it, Spencer Reid was the love of your life. Everything you did was to see that beautiful smile of his. Every time his eyes lit up or his nose scrunched, your heart would flutter, and you swore you fell deeper and deeper in love each time. You wanted nothing more than to be the source of all of his happiness, even if your love goes unrequited.

You knew Spencer didn’t feel the same because every time you would try to show Spencer your affection for him physically, he would stare at you with wide eyes and jolt back. He had no problem with trading compliments and showering you with adoration, but when it came to hugging you or even a reassuring squeeze of the arm, Spencer wanted nothing to do with it.

You understood that he wasn’t the biggest fan of physical touch in general, but he would hug JJ and let Derek give him a pat on the back. Despite the daggers piercing your heart every time you yearned to touch his soft skin, you reminded yourself that if this was the price you had to pay to have Spencer in your life, it was well worth it.

You had just finished up an extremely taxing case and all the team wanted was to sleep. After you assumed your usual spot on the couch next to Spencer, everyone slowly drifted off to sleep in hopes of forgetting the horrors you had witnessed for the past week. You let your eyelids fall and quickly succumbed to deep sleep. You were usually very careful not to move too much in your sleep on the plane, for fear of kicking Spencer, which you were told by your college roommate you do quite violently. However, your utter exhaustion made you unaware of your head sliding down onto Spencer’s shoulder. Spencer, however, was very much aware.

His eyes shot open as he felt the weight land on his shoulder. His heart began to race as he looked over at you, with your eyelids fluttering and barely audible snores escaping your mouth. Your mouth…. “No”, Spencer thought to himself. He desperately wanted to pull away from you but he couldn’t stop staring at your lips and thinking how perfectly they would fit on his. Spencer was no stranger to the fact that you would never think of him as more than a friend. He knew he couldn’t live up to the strong, handsome men you dated in the past. He knew he couldn’t let himself get too close to you, because he knew he would never be able to let you go. He knew he couldn’t let himself love you because your rejection would break him and he couldn’t lose you. So he knew he had to keep his distance.

But you looked just like an angel, gracing your head upon his shoulder, so he let himself give in this once, and he rested his head on yours and got the best sleep he has had in months.

When you woke up, you looked around the jet and noticed everyone else was still fast asleep, you quietly hummed to yourself and readjusted your head, only to become acutely aware of the soft purple pillow you had just slept on for the past couple of hours. You looked up to find it belonged to Spencer’s cardigan, which was on his body, which you were laying on. His eyes met yours as you looked up at him, into his beautiful amber eyes, terrified you had made him uncomfortable.

“Hi”, he said calmly.

“Hey…”, you responded, with a hesitant waver to your voice.

“Did you sleep well?”, he asked.

“Yeah.. you?”

“Best sleep I’ve gotten in a while”, he responded with a slight smirk.

You had no idea what to do. Spencer Reid, the man you were madly in love with, who had always acted repulsed at the thought of your touch, had just let you sleep on his shoulder and admitted to having enjoyed it. You didn’t dare move for fear that this would be the only time you would get to be this close to Spencer, and you cautiously awaited him inevitably shifting out from under you.

Spencer, however, had no such plans to do so. He wanted to savor every minute of your touch before you realized he wasn’t worth it in the first place. You both just sat there, sessile, afraid to move. You melted into each other’s touch, awaiting the other to make the first move to leave.

When the plane had finally landed, the two of you just sat there and stared at one another, lost in each other’s eyes. You wanted to say something, to tell him how you felt, but as you opened your mouth to say something…

“Hey! You two lovebirds coming?”, Morgan yelled from the front of the plane. You shifted off of Spencer as he hopped out of the seat and grabbed his bag and left. He couldn’t bring himself to look at you as he felt his cheeks burning up from Morgan’s comment. He felt so guilty for letting himself relish in your touch when its something he knows he doesn’t deserve. He hurried out as fast as he could before making an even bigger fool of himself, but as he left, he heard you whisper.

“Spence…”, you choked out as a tear slid down your cheek as you saw the love of your life run away from you. You sat there for a few moments, harshly brushing the tear away with your hand and collecting your things to leave.

The whole team regrouped in the conference room to debrief before heading home. As you entered, you took your usual seat by Spencer, hoping to catch his attention to talk about what just happened, but as you sat down he inched farther and farther away from you. You felt the tears well up again as you turned your attention to Hotch who had given you all a well deserved weekend off. Spencer was the first to leave and practically sprinted to the elevators. You tried to catch up to him but were too late. Emily and JJ found themselves by your side and asked if everything was alright as you waited for the elevator to return.

“Yeah I’m fine”, you reassured them. They gave each other a knowing look and turned back to you.

“We know you’re not fine, (y/n)”, JJ said as she rested her hand on your shoulder. The elevator dinged as the doors opened and you walked forward, brushing her hand off your shoulder saying nothing in response. All you wanted to do was go home and cry. So that’s what you did.

Spencer finally made it back to his apartment, the cold, empty feeling surrounding him. This was the first Friday night he has spent alone in a long time and all he wanted was to feel your head on his shoulder again and to take in all of your warmth as you gently dreamed on him. He would give anything to see your beautiful, (y/c/e) eyes shining up at him as he was telling you some obscure fact about popcorn as he waited for the microwave to beep as you were setting up the movie. He made his way to his bed, where he didn’t even bother removing his beat-up converse and just collapsed on the covers. Tears trailed down his cheeks as he fell asleep, picturing you in his arms with your warm cheek smushed against his, an idealistic fantasy that would never materialize into his reality.

As you drove home you replayed the events of the night over and over. Spencer had said he slept great, and he didn’t move away from you when you landed. You knew it was too good to be true. How could you be so stupid? How could you do the one thing you knew would jeopardize your friendship? You didn’t even remember how you got up to your apartment, only that you were now there, staring at the movie Spencer had rented for this weekend siting on your coffee table that should be playing right now as the two of you sat together on your couch laughing. Your eyesight became blurry as tears poured out of your eyes. You let out a loud wail as you collapsed onto the floor, crying out all of your love for Spencer Reid.

On Monday, you made sure to wake up early so you could stop to get your coffee because you had a feeling after Friday’s events, Spencer would not be bringing you your coffee like he did every morning. However, as you walked into the bullpen, you saw a cup of coffee on your desk, and a smile crept its way to your face. You whipped your head around looking for Spencer, but he was nowhere to be found. Confusion consuming your face, you sat down at your desk and grabbed a sticky note from your drawer. Instead of your usual arbitrary fact, you wrote down, “thanks for the coffee :) i missed you”. You left the note on Spencer’s desk and left to find Hotch to get your paperwork.

Spencer returned to his desk after he saw you had left. He felt so guilty for ignoring your texts all weekend, but he couldn’t bring himself to face you. When he got back to his desk and saw the bright blue sticky note his heart skipped a beat. You weren’t mad at him and that relieved some of his anxiety at least. He was about to sit back down when he heard the clanking of heels down the hall and knew it meant he would be needed in the conference room. Garcia appeared and called the team in for a case.

Spencer hesitantly entered the conference room, his eyes falling on you. He waited a moment and then took his spot beside you. You looked up at him with a shy smile and said, “Did you get your daily fact?”

“Yeah I did, but it wasn’t so much a fact as it was a statement”, Spencer teased with a smile adorning his face.

Your smile grew and his followed suit, causing your heart to release some of the pain that had been built up over the past few nights. As long as Spencer was smiling because of you, things couldn’t be that bad.

“Well, it was a fact, because I did miss you…a lot” you responded, the confident teasing tone hiding all of your true feelings for him.

“I missed you too…a lot”. His eyes shined at yours and you both knew you would be okay, you hadn’t lost the other, and for that you were grateful.

“Wheels up in 30”, Hotch said after Garcia had finished introducing the case.

You left the room with Spencer while catching up on your missed discussion about the latest Doctor Who episode, since you didn’t get to watch it together, and everything felt normal again.

You sat next to each other on the jet and worked the case as normal.

When you all got to the hotel that night, you and Spencer roomed together as normal. As you were each laying in your respective bed, Spencer turned to face towards you.

“Hey (y/n), are you awake?”, he whispered.

“Mhhmmm”, you mumbled, turning to meet his gaze. You felt your cheeks flush at the sight of his disheveled hair and bare chest, and you were grateful he couldn’t see how red your cheeks got due to the only light source being the moonlight seeping in through the blinds.

“I’m really sorry about last weekend. I didn’t mean to ignore you… I-I just..”

“Hey, it’s okay”, you interrupted, “I get it. I’m sorry I made you uncomfortable on the jet, I didn’t mean to fall asleep on you, and I’m sorry”, you said while looking at the ground.

“You didn’t make me uncomfortable! Well I mean… I was, but not because of you.” At this, you were very confused. “It’s just that when Derek said”, he continued. Oh, you thought to yourself, he was uncomfortable at the thought of being with you.

“Look I get it”, you cut him off, “you don’t have to explain yourself. I’m sorry the thought of being with me is that repulsing.” You came off much harsher than you intended and gave Spencer a sheepish look. Spencer’s mind was racing. Surely you were only offended because no one had ever not wanted you and this came to a surprise. You were (y/n) (y/l/n). You were beautiful. Any guy would be crazy if he didn’t want you. There was no way you actually wanted to be with him. Was there? You were both quiet for a minute until he spoke up again with an ounce of newfound confidence.

“I meant what I said, that was the best sleep I had gotten in a while.” You gave him a small smile, still not sure if he was turned off by the thought of the two of you together or not.

“Me too,” you said.

You both stared up at the ceiling unsure of what to do, and slowly you both succumbed to sleep, wishing you weren’t separated by two different beds.

The case had been quick, which the whole team was thankful for, and Hotch decided to fly out that night so you all could at least sleep in your own beds. When you got on the jet you and Spencer found your way back to the couch where you had shared many flights together. This time, however, when Spencer sat down, he sat so close to you that he was practically in your lap. You stared at him with wide eyes and he just looked forward with a hesitant smirk lacing his face. After a few minutes of silence and trying, unsuccessfully, to keep your eyes open, you let out a yawn. Spencer took this opportunity to tell you what he had wanted since the last time the two of you were in this position.

“You can lean on me…I-If your tired…I mean.. You don’t have to. But…I-I. I’d like it if you did”, he let out a breathy laugh and looked up at you, hoping not to find you looking at him with disgust. Much to his surprise, he lifted his head and was met with the biggest smile he’s ever seen on your face.

“Y-Yeah…Okay, I’d like that too”, you bit your bottom lip, but couldn’t help the stupid grin that took over your face as you slowly lowered your head to Spencer’s shoulder. As you did, he wrapped his arm around you, hovering his hand over your waist. You took noticed and your smile grew even bigger. You took his hand in yours and placed it on your hip and leaned in closer to Spencer, who returned the favor. You both relaxed immediately at the feeling of the other’s warmth and you both drifted off to sleep the happiest you have been for years.

Spencer woke up to the sound of giggling and opened his eyes to find Emily, JJ, and Morgan standing above the two of you. He looked over at you and felt his cheeks burning up again as he saw that the two of you had migrated to laying down in your sleep, you wrapped in tight to Spencer’s chest and your legs all intertwined. Instead of running away this time Spencer gently nudged you awake. You groggily awoke in the arms of the love of your life and were so fixated on the way he was smiling at you that you didn’t even notice your friends smirking above you. They decided to leave you guys be because they wanted to get back to their own beds, but rest assured you would hear all about in the morning. You and Spencer were left on the jet, still holding each other in your arms.

“Hi”, Spencer said, his smile so big it hurt. You swore you were dreaming because there is no way you are this lucky. The Spencer Reid is holding you in his arms smiling at you. You are so happy a tear slips down your cheek. “Hey, hey, hey, are you okay?”, Spencer asks as concern creeps onto his face.

“Yeah, yeah”, you laugh, “I couldn’t be better”.

“As much as I could literally stay here forever with you, this couch really isn’t helping my back pain…”, Spencer says rubbing his neck.

“Oh god! Sorry!” you jump off of him and he laughs.

“No, no it’s okay!” he says following you up, “You’re worth a little bit of back pain”, he grabs your hands and rubs his thumbs over your knuckles. You smile up at him and stare into his glistening, amber eyes. You both stand there for a moment until you finally speak up.

“We could, um, go back to mine, like usual, if you want”, you say almost hesitantly.

“Yeah, sounds great”, Spencer beams back.

On the drive back to your apartment Spencer can’t help but stare at you. You are the most beautiful person he has ever seen and he would look at you for eternity if he could. He is mesmerized by the cute slope of your nose and your adorable rosy cheeks. You always complain about how red they are, but Spencer always tells you how much he loves them and that he takes offense to how you could hate something he finds so endearing. You always brush him off when he compliments you, thinking he’s just trying to be a good friend, you really hoped you were wrong, especially after what happened on the jet.

When you got into your apartment you both stood in the entryway unsure of how to proceed. Given Spencer’s track record, you weren’t sure if you should offer him sleep in your bed with you, you didn’t want to assume anything or risk doing anything that might push him away now that you finally have him so close. Spencer on the other hand desperately wanted to continue your previous activity in your bed but didn’t want to push to his luck. You both ended up speaking at the same time.

“Do you…”

“Would it…”

“You first”, Spencer insisted.

“Um oh, okay. Would you want to- I mean… you can… you could… I mean I’d”, you let out a breath and stare at the ground.

“I would like to sleep in your bed with you if- if that’s okay with you”. You looked up at Spencer, pure joy exuding from your face.

“That would be very much okay with me”. You grabbed his hand and took him back to your room. You gave him one of your old, big t-shirts to sleep in and went into the bathroom to change.

You returned in a t-shirt and shorts and Spencer was in his boxers and your old t-shirt.

“I-Is this okay?”, he asked, gesturing to his lack of pants. Although you had seen him in his boxers before when you shared rooms on cases, it had never been while sharing a bed.

“Yeah, of course”, you replied with a smile. You both got into the bed, cautious to keep your distance. Despite the more intimate position you had been in before, this was the first time you had ever shared a bed, which was a big step for both of you. You got into your respective sides and got comfortable. Spencer turned to you and brushed his hand across your cheek, causing you to blush even more.

“Is it okay if I come closer?”, he asked. You nodded, and he came so close that his arms wrapped all the way around you and your foreheads were touching.

“Can I ask you something?” You asked while staring at his plump lips that were inches from your own.

“Yeah of course.”

“Okay, so, not that I am not totally loving this right now, because trust me I am”, you both let out a little laugh,” but, how come you never let me touch you before? I mean, not even like this, but like just as friends, like a quick hug or even a reassuring nudge?”, terror sprung in your eyes,” I mean, not that this isn’t just as friends, but…ugh, you know”. Spencer looked down, avoiding your gaze, and took a deep breath.

“I guess I just… I don’t know. I thought that if I set boundaries for myself to not get so close to you, I would save myself the pain of losing you when you found someone else to spend all your weekends with who you actually liked, like, romantically.” Spencer still couldn’t meet your gaze.

You lifted his chin up with your hand and said, “Spence…Why would I ever want to spend my weekends with someone else? Why do you think I go with you to every history exhibition and foreign film that I can’t even understand?”

“I don’t know, you’re just being a good friend?”

“Well, yeah. But, it’s more than that”, you grab his hand and bring it to your cheek, “I do it because the way your face lights up at each museum we got to makes my heart flutter and when you whisper the translations in my ear during films you send shivers down my spine, in a good way. Spence I’m not going to leave for some random guy I like ‘romantically’. You are the guy I like romantically”. And with that Spencer couldn’t help himself but touch you. He cupped your cheeks and finally connected your lips. Your legs intertwined again, as they had been on the flight home. You finally separated for some much-needed air. You stare at each other with the biggest grins on your face, still panting from your mind-blowing kiss.

“I’m sorry (y/n). I never should have stopped you from touching me, but, I’m just warning you, now that I have started, good luck getting me to stop”, he said as he pulled you close. You both laughed and soon fell asleep in each other’s arms, just as you both had dreamed about for so long.

#spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x y/n #reid x reader #spencer x reader #reid x you #spencer reid #dr reid #criminal minds #spencer reid fanfiction #dr spencer reid #jj #emily prentiss #agent prentiss #derek morgan #agent morgan #aaron hotchner #hotch #agent hotchner #penelopy garcia

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fortheloveofwonderland · 3 years

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Hotchniss pls

Gives nose/forehead kisses - Hotch is a softy behind closed doors especially when it comes to Emily. He loves giving her nose and forehead kisses, mostly when she’s laying in bed, falling asleep. He will stroke back her hair and whisper “I love you,” while kissing her forehead and her nose until she falls asleep.

Gets jealous the most - I struggle seeing either of them getting jealous. They are older, more comfortable in their relationship. They know the other loves them so when one of them does get hit on it doesn’t bother them. In fact, they see it almost as a compliment, “yes my partner is hot, aren’t they? But they love me.”

Picks the other up from the bar when they’re too drunk to drive - Hotch has had to pick a drunk Emily up from the bar more times than he can count. She will always insist she’s not even that drunk but her glazed eyes and slurred speech will say otherwise. In a relationship where both parties are dominant personalities, they have to grasp at any chance they can get to feel needed. Drunk phone calls at 2am is when Hotch feels the most needed.

Takes care of on sick days - Sick days? What are those? Hotch and Emily have never been sick a day in their lives. Emily however is amazing when Jack is sick. She pulls out all the stops and will go the extra mile to make sure he is feeling better. He wants her to bake cookies? No problem. He wants her to watch hours on end of his favorite superhero movies? Sure, she’s got this. There is nothing she wouldn’t do for that kid.

Drags the other person out into the water on beach day - I’ve said it once, and I Firmly stand by the face Emily does not do beaches. Neither does Hotch. They would much rather opt for a walk in the park or taking Jack to the children's museum, or going to watch his soccer games. They go on runs together, which get highly competitive. But never the beach.

Gives unprompted massages - this is not a regular occurrence in the Hotchner-Prentiss household but if there ever is an unprompted massage given its by Emily and it usually begrudgingly. When Hotch is super swamped with his caseload she will come into his office and stand behind his chair and with a sigh she will rub his shoulders because she knows he enjoys it.

Drives/rides shotgun - Hotch will hands down not let Emily drive. He will not die in her car. It’s a bone of contention in their relationship, “I am not that bad a driver” Emily will always complain to which Hotch will roll his eyes. “You’re not that bad but you aren’t that good either.”

Brings the other lunch at work - Pfffft what’s lunch? When do they have time for that? I imagine it’s either Spencer or Garcia who brings them both lunch and makes them eat.

Has the better parental relationship - neither of them probably.

Tries to start role-playing in bed - Emily is a fiend for role-play. Hotch is very vanilla. She tried to ease him in by telling him to be himself and she would pretend to be an unsub which just led to hours of questions of “why would I want to sleep with an unsub?” mood killer.

Embarrassingly drunk dancer - Again I repeat, Hotch has never danced in his life. Emily loves to dance, but mostly only does it when she’s had a few too many. Her dance moves leave a lot to be desired and it mortifies Hotch to his core. He will usually excuse himself to use the bathroom or get some air when Emily starts dancing.

Still cries watching Titanic - Hotch has never seen Titanic, I’m not even sure he knows it's a film. Emily says she hasn’t seen it but secretly it’s her favorite film even if it does make her ball like a baby every time she watches it. Jack walked in on her watching it once. They have an agreement that she lets him have cookies before bed once a week so he won’t tell his dad he saw her crying over the film.

Firmly believes in couples costumes - absolutely neither of them. Spencer, JJ and Garcia are always telling them how cute they’d look in couples costumes but they are always met with stony silence and implorable looks.

Breaks the expensive gift rule during Christmas - Hotch never agrees not to buy expensive gifts in the first place. Emily always tells him not to go overboard but he doesn’t specifically agree. Loophole - he didn’t break any rules.

Makes the other eat breakfast - much like with lunch it’s not something either of them have the time to think about. If anyone was to make them eat breakfast it would be Jack.

Remembers anniversaries - Hotch is surprisingly good at remembering anniversaries and Emily is terrible. He always gives her a heads up a week before so she can pretend she didn’t forget again.

Brings up having kids - Hotch has suggested he would like Jack to have a little brother or sister one day and Emily has agreed that it would be nice. That was as far as the conversation has even gotten.

Send me pairings and I’ll give you these headcannons

For the love of god someone send me Ralvez

My requests are open too!

#criminal minds #criminal minds headcanons #hotchniss #aaron hotchner #emily prentiss

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rafescoke · 3 years

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hiiiii!!

Can I please request a rafe x reader based on that song need to know by doja cat.

Basically the reader heard rumors about the rafe’s and he’s past with his ex. Basically all saying how he was a 10/10 on bed. The reader is furious but sad and quickly confronts the rafe. You can choose the ending. Smut or fluff ending!!

Also pls post the rafe x reader, jj fic with the 19 chapters plsssss!!!! I beg you!

Need To Know ; Rafe Cameron

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#Part 1

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x reader

Summary: The reader confronts Rafe about his past

Warnings: Straight smut, hella angst, substance, swearing, Rafe being a total dick

A/N: this one shot’s too long but i hope you will love it. i poured all my love into this however this isn’t my best work and im sorry!!

p.s, i’m always open for requests <3

“Hey! thanks for coming,” Topper smiled, hugging Rafe’s side before kissing (Y/N)’s cheeks. He ushered them both to the middle of the ongoing party, to the centre where all of Rafe’s friends were hanging out.

(Y/N) is never a fan of parties, especially the ones that she will have to tug on Rafe’s collars for them to finally enjoy the night alone. However, she passed up the chance of watching netflix with her partner tonight to go to Topper’s birthday party, since, it was, well, Topper’s celebration.

If it had not been for Topper, she wouldn’t even bat an eye to this party, especially when she knows the amount of girls silently crushing on her boyfriend of 6 months now. Rafe’s incredibly handsome, with his hair messily parted and his blue eyes shining everytime they’re exposed to the glowing sunlight of Obx. . . (Y/N) couldn’t justify why he would even choose her.

“What are you thinking?” Rafe playfully groaned, pulling his girlfriend’s waist near him. His fingers played with the hem of her dress, giggling when she hissed, swatting his hands away. “Seriously. You’ve been quiet since we got out of the car.”

“I just don’t like the attention’s you’re getting tonight,” she sighed, rolling her eyes when Rafe poked her, an amused expression plastered on his face. “I shouldn’t have told you that. Now you’re this proud prick.”

Rafe laughed, throwing his head back, his hands still around her waist. She waited for him to regain his posture before kissing his cheeks.

“Go and find Topper. I know you want to kiss him.”

“Not as much as I want to kiss you,” Rafe replied, laughing again when (Y/N) stuck her tongue out at him before walking away to go and get some drinks for herself. In truth, Rafe doesn’t understand why she would feel so inferior towards other girls; she’s simply the most beautiful girl he’ve ever laid his eyes on. No one can ever compare to (Y/N), and that’s for sure.

(Y/N) muttered a thanks when someone handed her a beer, standing on her toes to search for her friends. When she couldn’t see any of them, she began making her way towards Rafe and Topper. She decided that instead of waiting alone in the resting area of the club while everybody else is socialising, she would rather listen to whatever Rafe and his friends were conversing, knowing that somehow she’ll find something interesting in the discussion.

That was when she bumped into a figure, causing the person to drop the drink they were holding onto her front dress. (Y/N) groaned, not liking how she was already ruining the branded new dress she bought with Rafe. The smell of strong alcohol wafted into her nostrils, causing her to scrunch her nose.

“Watch where you’re going,” the person said, and (Y/N) rolled her eyes before finally leaving the scene, not wanting to stir any unnecessary drama. She knows it will always end up dirty and Rafe will have to calm her down in the car.

(Y/N) pushed her way through the swarm of sweaty bodies as the dress reeked with alcohol clung onto her body, and she momentarily regretted her choice of wearing a skin tight short sequin dress to a club where dropping drinks on someone is just something that is bound to happen.

She sighed when she finally reached the bathroom, quickly washing her stains with the cheap toilet paper. It left some white bits on her dress when she finally removed them, and she groaned again before washing the fabric under the running water. Her day was going totally bad, and she dreamed of the night she could’ve spent with Rafe if only Topper wasn’t born on yesterday’s date 19 years ago.

“That’s what I’m saying!” a loud voice shrieked, followed by group of shrill laughs. “God, I really wish I’m still with him.”

(Y/N) raised her brows at the familiar voice, but thought none of it. Topper wouldn’t invite Rafe’s ex, he knows what she did to him. There was no way she was allowed to be in the private part of the club, unless someone had brought her as their plus one.

(Y/N) shook her head at the thought, trying to focus on the stains that seemed to be making everything hard for her.

“He has this habit of running his fingers through his hair when he’s receiving head,” the voice continued, and (Y/N) stopped in her tracks.

That’s exactly Rafe. Whoever the voice was, she was talking about Rafe. Rafe has this habit of running his long fingers through his hair while he’s whimpering, and it always drives (Y/N) crazy.

She thought nothing of it, thinking about the possibility of another guy doing the same thing. It’s a common thing anyways; she wasn’t going to pull the crazy jealous girlfriend card that night.

She turned to pull another tissue paper, her ears still intently listening to the group of friends who seemed to not mind receiving any attention from their bold topic.

“Now he’s with that (Y/L/N) girl. I honestly don’t get why he would be with her. Oh and-” the voice squealed, “Do you know that Rafe called me when they were talking?”

What?

“What?” her friends asked in disbelief, and (Y/N) didn’t move a muscle. She pressed her back against the tiled walls, listening close. Her heartbeat beat faster, and she could feel her head getting lighter.

“Yes! It was like, the first month they started getting close? He told me he couldn’t get over me and that he tried everything including finding me in her.”

(Y/N) felt the walls closing in, and quickly got to her feet to splash some water onto her face. She felt like dying right then and right there, but she knew she had to at least hear more to, now identified, Rafe’s ex girlfriend.

“He drove to my house and we just talked, you know. . . and then he told me something, and I refused. He got mad, I guess, and we fought like always, and he left me to be with that girl until today. Kinda sucks to be her, you know? Like the second choice kind of thing?” she continued, an amused tone lacing in her voice.

At that point, (Y/N) had heard enough. She walked towards the exit as fast as her heels could take her, not stopping to stay goodbye to her now approaching friends. She could feel her hot tears crashing down, but she didn’t feel like crying in the club and having random strangers coming up to her to soothe her down.

When the night breeze hit her square on the face as she finaly exited the suffocating club, she let out the hardest cry ever as she tried to find any available taxis through her tears. There were none, seeing that it was only 9 p.m. and people had just starting to arrive, so she decided to walk to nowhere until she finds any yellow vehicle.

“Hey, (Y/N)!” a voice called out from behind her, and she turned when a hand pulled her shoulder. “What the fuck? Are you okay? Where’s Rafe?”

“Kelce, I’m not feeling good. I just want to go home, okay? Please, oh my god. I can’t do this right now,” she cried, covering her eyes with her palm. Kelce pulled her into a side hug, allowing her tears on his new t-shirt. When she finally soothed down, he tried to find an answer in her face again.

“What happened?”

“I can’t tell you now, I just-” she took a deep breath, “I just can’t. Can you um, call a Uber for me, please? My phone’s with Rafe.”

“What? Why would your phone-” he sighed, taking out his own phone. “Borrow my phone. It’s safer this way. Call a Uber, get home, and don’t do anything stupid. Okay?”

(Y/N) nodded, kissing Kelce’s cheeks before ordering a Uber, waiting by the sidewalk impatiently. She was scared Rafe would come out to look for her, and she didn’t feel like talking to him.

She felt like shooting him in his ribs until he’s begging for her to stop.

When she got home, her fingers trembling and her dress now ruined, she stripped out of her clothes and got under her covers. Her mother tried asking her about why she had come home earlier than expected with a running mascara and a smudged lipstick, but decided to let it pass when she didn’t answer, knowing that something has indeed happened.

She felt like screaming. She had trusted him so much, and he was even the first guy to take her virginity. Now she felt disgusted, thinking about how she had allowed herself to the sweet words he had given her before.

She couldn’t ignore the memory of the night she first experienced sex with him, and the whole sweet care he had provided after.

It was Friday the 13th, and Rafe decided it will be a good night to watch some type of a horror movie. (Y/N) agreed, being a fan of horror, but until one point, she was bored with the super-slow plot and boring characters.

She played with Rafe’s fingers, intertwining them with hers, before she got an idea midway of the female character’s scream that echoed throughout her bedroom.

“Rafe,” she said, and Rafe hummed in response. His eyes were fixated to the screen, not paying any attention to her. She whined, “Rafe. . .”

“Yeah?” He finally looked down to her, and laughed when he saw the face she gave him. “What the hell is wrong with you? The best part’s coming up. Watch it, the guy’s going to- fuck.”

(Y/N) had slipped her hand into his basketball shorts, teasing the outline of his v-line. Rafe’s breath shuddered, and he grabbed her hands before things escalate.

“What the fuck are you doing?” He grunted.

“I just wanna try something,” she replied innocently, and Rafe swore he felt like his heart stopping right then and right there. She was that sweet girl, and he has never saw this side of her.

“Can I?” she asked, and with a tiny nod, she continued her movements as Rafe’s eyes stayed glued on the television screen, though his mind was already on cloud nine.

She was so good, and Rafe couldn’t explain the feeling inside of him when he watched her palmed him, her mouth slightly open and her hair falling down to her shoulders. Rafe felt like attacking every inch of her, wanting to give anything that she desired.

“Stop,” he said, closing his eyes. “Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum from just your hands.”

“I want you to,” she said, and Rafe cursed. He liked, scratch that, he loved and is obsessed with the way she did anything to him, with her innocent eyes and her teasing smile. He felt like fucking her numb every single time she purposely brushed her hands against his buldge in the restaurant or bumping her bottoms against him when playing golf.

And when she would deny her actions, god, he felt like giving his all to her until she couldn’t walk.

“Rafe,” she said again, with that gint in her eyes. She leaned onto him, and he shievered when he felt her lips brushing with his earlobes.

“I want you to fuck me.”

Rafe groaned, not wanting to look her in the eyes, afraid that he would do things he will regret the next morning. He felt her fingers around his chin, forcing him to look at her.

“Please.”

“You told me you wanted to wait,” he said softly.

“I’m done waiting,” she had said, and that was enough for Rafe to crash his lips against her soft ones, pushing her lightly to her queen sized bed. He felt her hands playing with the hem of his shorts, and being an impatience fuck like his dad, he guided her hands to his already hard penis, craving for her touch.

“Fuck,” he groaned, closing his eyes to the euphoric feeling starting to form in the pit of his stomach. His fingers fumbled with her shorts, trying to untie the waistband, and grunted when he couldn’t gues the knot.

(Y/N) giggled, untying the ribbon, sliding her shorts to the edge of her bed as Rafe waited with his eyes staring at her hands eagerly, like a prey waiting to attack.

Once her shorts were off, Rafe didn’t waste anymore time to place kisses from her stomach down to the sides of her aching core. (Y/N) couldn’t take it anymore, after so many nights of trying to picture this exact moment in her head whilst fingering herself, pretending like it has been Rafe’s fingers instead of herself, she wanted to feel him around her so bad.

“Please, Rafe,” she begged, looking at him with the innocent eyes again. She moaned when he inserted his fingers in her, pleasuring her the way pornstars would from the many porn videos his cousin had taught him to watch since he was 10 before.

“Oh my god,” she screamed, not able to comprehend the strange feeling in her stomach. She tried to close her legs, only for Rafe to gripped them apart tightly, his eyebrows furrowing.

“Do that again and I’ll leave you hanging.”

It was the way he had said that that left (Y/N) all red, pushing herself against him to reach her end. She felt a sudden feeling approaching, and gripped Rafe’s wrist to tell him.

Rafe laughed when she had came around his dingers, feeling her juice soaking up his fingers and her bedsheet. (Y/N) sighed, still heaving from her high, making a mental note in her head to love this other side of Rafe Cameron.

“Suck,” he said, placing his two soaked fingers in front of her face and watched her as she sucked on them like a little girl who’s licking off a lollipop that her mother had bought for her. He felt like cumming just from the sight of her face.

“I want you inside me,” she had said again, and Rafe groaned to look away, not wanting to be a regret she had made the next morning. He looked at her again when she sat on his lap, looking at him with puppy dog eyes.

“Please?” she whispered, and before he knew it, she licked his ear to the the side of his lip before placing a soft peck on his lips.

Rafe has never removed his basketball shorts as fast as he did that night, not even when he had felt an animal crawling in his pants in the pet shop when he was 8 that resulted Sarah into having a laughing fit when they found out that a hamster had gotten into his pants.

He positioned himself in front of her slit, waiting for any new demands for him to stop now that she had changed her mind. But there was nothing, only (Y/N) demanding for him, and without wasting any more time, he slowly slided into her, strecthing her hole.

He grunted when she felt her closing in, knowing that if she kept doing that, he’ll finish straight away. (Y/N) screamed as he fucked her with a quick pace, causing him to quickly pull her head close to him to whisper into her ear.

“Shut up, princess. Don’t want mummy and daddy to wake up, do we?”

(Y/N) shook her head, wanting to reach her end soon. She moaned against her mattress, smelling Rafe’s scent from it, and liking the way he would whimper when he hit her g-spot.

“I’m so close, baby, fuck-” he cursed, his pace getting sloppier. His fingers with his cold rings intertwined with hers as he slammed into her for good measure, and pulling out to aim on her face as she tried to regain her breath.

(Y/N) felt a shot of hot load landing on her face as she finally looked up to him, his sweaty chest heaving from the ungodly practice they just did. Rafe groaned, feeling himself getting hard again from the sight of her with his load all over her, and quickly turned away to grab a clean towel to clean her up.

That night, with a soft lullaby playing from (Y/N)’s record player that Rafe had bought for her in Italy, he ran his fingers through her hair as she snuggled close, watching the moonlight brightened the ocean.

Rafe sighed, now wrapping his arms around her, forcing himself to not touch her breast in any way. “I’m sorry if it wasn’t what you had pictured in your mind.”

“Are you kidding?” she turned to face him, “God, Rafe. That’s exactly how I wanted it with you.”

Rafe chuckled and placed a soft kiss on her forehead, “God. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Riing! Riing!

(Y/N) wiped her tears with her fingers before pressing on the green button, bringing the phone to her ears when she saw Topper’s name. She decided that he deserved an explanation after she had ran off from his birthday party.

“Tops?”

“Hey, baby, you didn’t pick up my call. I have to use Topper’s phone but, um-” (Y/N) heard the crowd sang happy birthday, “But um, are you okay? Kelce told me you were crying and I-”

“I’m fine. You should sing happy birthday to Topper.”

“I’ll be there in a bit,” he said to a voice in the background, and tried to talk to her again. “What is it, baby? The line’s kinda shitty here. Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.”

“Okay. I know you’re not. Can you please tell me what happened?”

“It’s nothing, Rafe. Go and enjoy yourself.”

“God, (Y/N), don’t pull this shit on me,” he sighed, and she waited until the background noise lessen. “Okay, I’m at the smoking area. Can you please tell me what happened?”

“You used me.”

“I’m - what?” he asked, “What the fuck are you talking about?”

“I heard her talking about how you drove to see her and you told her that you tried finding her in me,” she finaly confessed, her voice breaking. A tear slowly rolled down her red cheeks and she quickly wiped them away.

“Baby, it’s not how it sounds like.”

“Then what is it?” she yelled, clutching onto Kelce’s phone like it was her life support. “Fuck, Rafe, I gave you my everything.”

“Baby, I swear, it’s just-”

(Y/N) waited for him to finish his sentence, and sucked in a breath when she heard the voice that had caused her this misery.

“Rafe! What are you doing here?”

“Fuck, (Y/N), I’ll come by to your house, okay? Please, don’t do anything stupid, I’m coming back home-”

(Y/N) pressed the end call, letting go of the breath she was holding before finally throwing her head back against the pillow.

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Sleepless Nights ( S.R )

summary: Reid and Y/N aren’t the most fond of each other. So what happens when they can’t sleep, have to share a bed, and be married.

pairing: Spencer Reid and female reader

a/n: AHH okay so here it is! It’s my first au so it’s probably not the best. But big thanks to @anepiphany! Ani baby none of this would be happening without you! Thank you for you tips and making me not go insane! Also pls tell me if I slept something wrong cuz like, your girl not the best when it comes to it. Also there will def be a loophole somewhere in my case and if you find one, just let it slide because life is filled with loopholes ❤️ also this is gonna be a two parter!

warnings: mentions of a case, little angst (like the smallest amount), fluff really though

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You were always the type of person that got along with everyone. And by everyone you meant everyone. You were a people pleaser, always changing your personality for someone. To the security guard, you were a sports junkie, always catching the latest games. To the guy who worked at the bookshop, you were the classical girl. And to the barista, you were the girl who was always late but always paid 3 dollars extra tip. But Dr. Spencer Reid was the only exception. 6’1 and standing tall. Mr. Eidetic Memory and 187 IQ but oh God how you cared for him. You loved him, you loved him more than all the moons in the galaxy. But him? He hated you, so naturally, you hated him too. As the saying goes, if you can't beat them, join them.

“Guys we got a new case,” Garcia says.

You walked into the room and sat to the seat closest to the front where Garcia would be since she was your best friend. Ironically that was the seat farthest from Reid.

“Okay, so this is Mira Normen and her husband John Normen. They had gotten married 2 months prior to their deaths. Mira was 25 years old and she was a teacher at the local middle school. John was 26 and he ran a local pet grooming business. As you can see, but not me for obvious reasons, they were both stabbed once in their chest and then once in their thigh. Mira was shot once in the heart and once in the head and John was shot twice in the heart and twice in the throat. The M.E. found a ring stuffed into both of their throats. And not the cheap kind, I mean a year's worth of salary for one of us.”

“Okay, so this guy’s rich,” You said.

“Yeah, no shit sherlock,” Reid said.

“Guys,” Hotch said in a stern voice “Garcia do we know anything else?”

“Yes actually. They were both last spotted at an event for rich people. So like something Rossi would go to.” She said, chuckling at the last part.

“You and I both know very well that I do not go to those kinds of events. I stay at home for god sakes.” Rossi says causing you and a couple of other people to chuckle.

“Why does this case sound so familiar?” JJ asks, breaking the chuckles.

“Well there was a case exactly like this a couple of years back if my memory is correct, which it always is. We tried to solve it but we just couldn't so it ended up as a cold case.” Reid said.

“And everythings the same?” JJ asked.

“Yep, everything. Well except the city.” Reid said.

“Great, well i think we got everything. Wheels up in 30.” Hotch says while getting up.

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You sat alone, like always. At first everyone was concerned, like they had done something, but they then soon realized that you just liked to be alone and this was really the only time.

“Okay, so I checked if anyone had moved in the years and I have 5 names. Thomas Maddison, Stephanie June, Eliza Honeycutt, Devi Paradise, and Klaus Hiller. And only one moved to our little town and that would be Miss Eliza Honeycutt.” Garcia said.

“Can you ch-” Morgan was saying but got cut off when she said

“Already did ‘Hot Chocolate’. Miss Eliza moved a total of 3 months after the case. Looks like it was due to a messy divorce. Her and Mr. Maddison had not been going strong for the last couple of months and it looks like they decided to call quits just before you guys came to town.”

“Can you-” Morgan started to say but then was again cut off by Garcia.

“Already got you babes. The address should be sent to your tablets.” Everyone was still looking at her, “that means look at your tablets.” She says while gesturing her hands making them look down.

“We got it babygirl,” Morgan said without being interrupted.

“Great! Now, this is the time I leave and let you amazing little people do your jobs!” And with that, she was out and so were you.

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It was 10 pm when you got to the hotel. You weren't exhausted but you definitely were not in the mood to solve a murder or multiple in this case. You all had checked in now was your favorite time of all choosing rooms. You never bunked with anyone unless Garcia, but that's if she ever came on a case. Emily and JJ were already gone, same with Hotch and Rossi. You were about to grab the key for the single room but Morgan got it before you.

“Sorry hot stuff, I need room alone this time.”

“What!? Why!?”

“I don't need to explain myself to you Y/N,” Moran says, and just like that he was gone.

You and Reid grabbed the keys without looking at each other and walked in the elevator. You both did not make any eye contact until you got into the room. There was only one bed. You immediately called room service but they said that there were no more rooms available so you two were stuck with that one.

“Okay, which one of us is gonna sleep on the floor?” you heard Reid say.

“Excuse me,?”

“You heard me.”

“Oh stop being such a baby Reid. We both know that if you don't sleep on a bed or something remotely similar you get all grumpy and get headaches all day. And if I don't sleep on a bed or something similar I get high on caffeine and get paranoid. So for the sake of the team, we are gonna sleep on the goddamn bed together!”

He didn't know you paid attention to him like that. Sure everyone knew that he would get grumpy, but headaches? No one, not even JJ. He didn't like to tell people about them fearing of being babied around even more than he already is. Although he did know that whenever you don't get enough sleep not only do you high on caffeine, but you have nightmares. You never told anyone except Garcia of course. He’d realized that you had nightmares after a group holiday to Rossi’s beach house, he heard you talking in your sleep and there were not good things being said.

“Okay geez fine whatever. Are you gonna go shower first, or am I”

“Me obviously,” you say while getting your clothes.

The water was hot when you got in, just how you like it. You started to soak your hair in the water needing to cool down a little and prepare yourself for the days ahead of you. All you could think about was sharing the same bed with him. With the guy, you're in love with but doesn’t know. And will never know.

After 30 minutes you got out of the shower and changed. You wore a pair of shorts and a loose flowy t-shirt which you had knotted after putting it on because it was too big. After you brushed your teeth, did your skincare, and brushed your hair.

“Finally, how long does it take?” You heard Reid say while you were walking out of the bathroom. He didn't look up until you sat on the bed turning the tv on.

“It takes 40 minutes Reid, it always takes 40 minutes. But you would never know because you've never had a girl stay over,”

“Oh, you're so funny aren't you,” he says in an annoyed way.

“Yeah, I am.” You said smirking while looking up expecting to see him annoyed but instead greeted with a small smile which was then washed away quickly by the sound of his voice.

“Okay, I'm gonna go take a shower now. Don't wait up.”

“ I won't, don't worry.” You say while he goes into the bathroom. You swear you saw him smile. It may have been small but it was there.

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“You waited for me.” You hear while turning off the tv. He was wearing a pair of basketball shorts and a white t-shirt. His hair was an absolute mess, and you could tell that he had to take a shower in not the hottest water.

“Ha, yeah no. You took like 10 minutes, did you think I was gonna fall asleep in 10 minutes.”

“Yeah well, that's what happens when you take up most of the hot water.”

“I'm sorry, you should have gone in the shower first.”

“You wanted to go into the shower first!”

“Okay and? Look, can we just go to bed or something? We have a long ass day ahead of us.”

You felt the bed dip and got chills all over. He didn't seem to notice, thankfully. You were cold, but not cold enough to want to layer up. You looked over and the time and it read 11:15. You tried to sleep, but you just couldn't. So again you looked over and read 11:39, and then it was 12:06. You felt like you were going insane.

“Why are you still up?” Reid said in a raspy voice while turning over to face you.

“Huh? Oh, um, I couldn't, can't sleep.”

“Ugh, fine come here.”

“What?” Before you could say anything he had wrapped his arm around you and forced you to nuzzle up against his chest. It actually felt pretty nice. You felt like you were on top of the world and that everything was going to be okay. You put your arm on him after processing what was happening. He then pulled you in closer and when you looked up at him you realized that he was knocked out, gone like a light in one of those horror movies. And before you realized it you were out too.

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“Y/L/N wake up,” is all you hear. The sun was barely out yet, so naturally, you just wanted to go back asleep.

“5 more minutes”

“Fine.” Although he didn't want to say anything or admit in this case. This was the best sleep that he’d gotten in a while. At first, he thought it was because of the way he slept but he then quickly realized that it was because of you. With your legs intertwined with his, one of your arms on his chest and the other in his hand. Your hair, so messy, yet so perfect at the same time and he would give anything to fall back asleep with you. He was in love. He was in love and was falling, falling harder than ever.

“Y/N, come on it's been 10 minutes. We need to go, get up.”

“What? Oh. Wait, fuck, what time is it?” You say in your very raspy yet airy morning voice.

“6:13, now we have to get ready or we will be late.”

You didn't want to get up, you really didn't. You wanted this moment to never end, but sadly time was not on your side for this one. “We never speak of last night, got it.”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Its agent.”

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“Miss Honeycutt, hi I’m Agent Y/L/N,” You say while sitting down for the interrogation.

“Hi yeah, why am I here?”

“Oh, no one’s told you yet?’

“Well yes the people who rudely (italicize) came into my home said something but I wasn’t really listening.”

“Oh okay then. You're here as a suspect for multiple murders.” Her face was in total and utter shock. “There has been a murder recently that connects to a murder that took place back a couple of years ago. You lived there when it had happened and then you moved. And now you’re here because a murder played out exactly that same way as the one that took place in the past.”

“Look, I have a valid reason for moving-”

“Divorce I know.”

“Yes, well you don’t know the reason.”

“Oh, and what would that be?”

“I was cheating on him, Thomas. He found out and then immediately filed for divorce.”

“Huh, is that so. Well, you kno-” You were cut off by the sound of the one and the only doctor himself.

“Y/L/N can I please speak to you.”

“Um yeah.” You walk outside of the interrogation room to face him. “What is it?”

“I don't think she did it. The way she’s reacting to all of this is way too natural to fake and she still hasn't called for a lawyer to be present. Normally in these types of situations the un-sub mostly always calls for a lawyer or anyone in that case.”

“I know, I know, I know. But she mentioned an ex-husband that could help us with this case.”

“So what you're just gonna “interrogate” her until she starts to talk about her former husband, or just talk about that and only that as a whole?”

“Yes, precisely.”

“You amaze me Y/N,” this was the first time he said your name in conversation naturally and not because he was forced to for an undercover assignment and shit. Well except for this morning but you can't decide if that was a small little fever dream or actual life so it doesn't count.

“And I you Spencer.” He noticed, oh he noticed and his heart practically burst from his chest because of the serotonin he got when you said his name. It was like every time you said his name an angel got its wings.

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“Hey Garcia, could you dig a little deeper on our little Thomas Maddison?” You ask her.

“Of course pumpkin. Okay so here's what I got. Thomas Maddison born May 30th leaving him to be a Gemini and you know how I feel about those. He moved from our fun little town too, well, um,-” was what she said before being cut off by Emily.

“What do you mean by ‘um’ Garcia?” She said with a puzzled expression.

“Well, ‘um’ means he disappeared from the face of Earth. Completely gone. No new dental records, no new home, I mean, not even a simple receipt. It’s like he just clicked ‘erase all’ after the divorce.”

“Is that even possible?” I ask.

“Well yes, but you have to literally become a new person for that to happen.”

“Garcia look into anything in his life that could possibly lead him to have hundreds of thousands of dollars,” Reid said.

“Okay, so it says here in one article that he owned a local jewelry store that got burned down around that time of the divorce. The local paper wrote it off as an accident but everyone thought he wanted to skip town after the divorce so he would just take all of the insurance money. Which I guess is kind of true. Um but anyway, yeah that’s really the only explanation. His parents didn't leave him that much money in the will, and he wasn't a drug dealer.”

“Okay, thanks hun! You've been of more help then you know. Call Hotch and everyone else in. I think we got the profile.” You said before ending the call.

* literally 5 or 6 minutes later *

“Okay, so the guy we’re looking for is very popular with the people. He always tries to make everything about himself. Your classic narcissist.” Hotch starts off with.

“This guy hates love though. He never brings up the topic and hates it when people bring it up. And although he hates love, he looks like the guy who could pick anyone he wanted, although he relatively picks on younger women.” JJ adds.

“Yes, and this guy is going to be a white caucasian male. Most likely in his late 20 or early 30s. And he is going to have wealth and will show it off as often as he can.” Emily says.

“Any questions” you heard Hotch ask.

“There’s an event tomorrow just like the one that Mira and John attended. Will he be there? And if so, do you think he will attack again? And if yes then what will do?” You see an officer asking.

“Well yes, we heard of that and already planned everything out. Tomorrow night Agent Y/L/N and DR.Reid will be attending the event.” Rossi said.

You were in complete shock, and frankly so was Reid. You guys never agreed to this, and as much as I love black tie events, they aren't really my cup of tea when there can possibly be a serial killer there. Not to mention the guy I fucking love more than anyone in the world would be there, with me (italicize). Like now I have to look badass and sexy (italicize) at the same time, although that wouldn't be that hard you thought to yourself.

“Guys, can Reid and I please talk to you all in private.” You give Rossi and Hotch very unobvious yet obvious death stares.

“Yeah, now please.” He says.

* again like 2 or 3 minutes later *

“Um hello, last time I never agreed to this and by the look on Reid’s face, neither did he.”

“Y/N you heard, our unsub likes younger women,” Derek says,

“Okay well then just send in Emily, or JJ, or both in that case.” You say in an angry tone.

“Oh baby, you think we're young? Were flattered but no. Sadly out of all of us, you look the youngest, and are the youngest.” JJ says while laughing along with Emily.

“And for you Reid, you out of most people should know that the murders happened between young lovers who got married. And Derek doesn’t call you pretty boy for nothing. Rossi says following JJs statement.

“We really aren't getting out of this one huh?” He asks.

“No. Now it's late so I want you all to get a good night's rest and be ready tomorrow. Reid and Y/L/N you guys can sleep in a little but you'll have to be ready by 4:30.” Hotch says. And with that, everyone goes back to their rooms.

“I fell in love the way you fall asleep; slowly, then all at once” – John Green, The Fault in our Stars

Part two coming tomorrow!

#so lets hope you like it #thanks to ani though #none of this would be happening without her #so thank you ani baby 🥺💕#spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid #criminal minds #mira writes

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