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adelmortescryche · 6 years

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YOI Mythology Week - Day 1

AN: Dear God, getting this promptfill done was insane. I’ve been juggling being present at a destination wedding and writing simultaneously this time around, meaning writing between pre-wedding parties, in lobbies, in moving buses... *laughs helplessly* What an experience, @yoimythologyweek !! Either way, here’s my promptfill for Day 1, for the prompt Icarus Myth.

Here’s hoping this isn’t too on the nose! Also, @voxofthevoid, this one’s for you because you had a bad day. May the fluff help!

Premise: Victor is Icarus, Yakov is Daedalus, while Yuuri, Yuri and JJ are, well... that would be telling, wouldn’t it. *wry grin*

YOI Mythology Week Fills: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7

He’s spiralling down-down-down, like a feather falling to the ground. Except faster, and with a much grimmer end. It would have been messier too, if they weren’t over the water. His wings are unravelling, as Yakov warned him they would, but Victor hadn’t cared when they’d started out. For all that they were supposed to be a means of escape, they were also freedom, and helped Victor get further up and higher than climbing the tallest tree or standing at the edge of a cliff high up in the air ever had. So close to the sun, and not enough, that vision of light and heat blazing down mercilessly on them both. The tar had melted, as Yakov said it would, his feathers were falling away leaving him with nothing to keep him aloft.

Victor could hear Yakov screaming, but it doesn’t feel as important as the fact that he’s falling further and further away from the sun, still shining bright and lonesome in the sky.

Yuuri, he whispered, soundlessly, bound in mind and breath and bone to the vision he’d seen all those months ago, in the shadows of the Temple of the Sun.

They had been invited, back then, Victor vaguely remembers. The memories felt more like they belonged to another life, not just a life a few months past. Yakov had received his invite because he’d offered the worshippers some novel ideas on how to illuminate the inner sanctum of the temple without need for tapers or candelabras, while Victor had received his by virtue of being Yakov’s top apprentice.

Victor had tired of the celebrations taking place at the temple, before long, seeking some solace in the gardens, and had found Yuuri instead, dark of hair and eyes, skin as pale as milk, and radiating a quiet dignity that was wholly different from the festival he’d fled. Quiet, where everyone else had been gregarious and intent on making merry, singing and dancing, their music more cacophonous than anything else. His surprise must have been obvious, rudely so, because Yuuri had burst into soft chuckles that felt like they had hooks to dig into Victor’s heart.

He spent just a scant few hours in Yuuri’s presence, but they were enough to make him want to spend many more hours with Yuuri. And days. And months. And years. His whole life, if Yuuri will allow it, but that’s probably a bit too much to lay on someone when he’s just met them for the first time, right?

Victor had been lonely for long enough, his life filled with nothing but the minutiae of being apprenticed to Yakov and building fantastic, terrible things that Yuuri felt like a pitcher of cold water in the midst of a desert.

He knew that he shouldn’t simply give himself up to Yuuri and whatever the quiet man had to offer, but somehow, Victor found it increasingly difficult to care. Especially since, after that very first meeting at the temple, Victor somehow seemed to keep running into him. While stopping by the early morning market to pick up fish for lunch, while hiding out at a bar with Chris to avoid Yakov or the prince on a bad day, one afternoon while wandering the King’s private gardens for a break - and if anything should have told him that there was something strange about Yuuri that should have been it.

Victor had been too busy getting seduced by how understanding Yuuri seemed to be, at the time. So self-possessed. So willing to let Victor talk, and only responding when Victor paused for breath, looking to Yuuri for a response.

It wasn’t his passiveness that had drawn Victor in, no matter what Chris had claimed with a salacious smirk and a toast of his pitcher a piece. No, it was the fact that Yuuri always seemed to have time for him; time to listen, time to spend simply sitting in one place and enjoying the scenery… time to breathe steady, and enjoy Victor’s company, unlike nearly anyone else Victor knew. And even if Victor only ever got to spent a scant few hours a day in Yuuri’s company, and only while the sun was still burning bright in the sky… Victor had no complaints to make about his good fortune. Not when something about Yuuri’s soft smiles, the quiet laughter glittering in his eyes, left Victor breathless every time they ran into each other.

His preoccupation with this unexpected source of life and love had Yakov chafing at the bit a lot of the time, especially since Victor was driven to distraction on some days. On others, the busy work of using his hands and his mind to aid Yakov in the workshop gave him enough to concentrate on - thoughts of Yuuri’s smiles, his eyes, his hair, his hands, his thighs, not enough to cause him to make mistakes – but those days were few and far between, enough so that Yakov threatened to cut Victor off, and send him away to apprentice with one of the artists that the king patronized.

Victor knew he’d never do it, though. Not only were Victor’s ideas inspired enough to be useful, especially when the King was in the mood for something… strange, Yakov simply loved Victor too much to send him away. It showed in the variety of threat – Victor loved art almost as much as he loved to build things. And it was mutual; Yakov was the father he’d never had as a child.

He’s still in the process of figuring out how to convince Yuuri to stay long enough to stay long enough to share an actual meal for once, and possibly stay long enough to help him shut Chris up, when Yakov abruptly hurtled into the little apartment they had connected to their workshop, face ruddy and covered in sweat. For all that Yakov lost his temper often enough for the sight to be familiar, it was still alarming to see. Especially when he knew that Yakov had been expected to meet with the King earlier in the day.

“We need to leave. Quick, we must head for the docks- no, Alain would have set up blockades by now, we wouldn’t be able to reach the ships in time, or leave after-”

“Yakov, what-”

“Vitya, we need to leave!”

His voice was raised, and just hysterical enough that Victor stood up immediately and followed Yakov back out into the workshop. Yakov seemed agitated enough that Victor knew they didn’t have time to pack and leave. When Yakov made his way towards where they had their inventions for flight stashed away, he knew that something had gone very wrong.

“Yakov?” he asked carefully, though he didn’t pause in helping the old man check the two man flying machine that he’d helped build. Yakov snarled, and shoved himself away from it, quickly disabused of being able to use it.

Victor silently followed him to the canvas wings next, but he didn’t need to express his unease about those out loud. Yakov took a single look at them before running a hand down his face, visibly pained. Those had been the ones that had been scrapped early on, because they didn’t work without a good updraft. Useful for a lark, not to actual travel anywhere with any real confidence.

It was only when he stopped in front of the wings built of leather, feathers and tar that Yakov actually offered up an explanation.

“The King heard that Jean-Jacques came to us for a method to get through the Labyrinth. He threatened me in court, and when I denied the accusation, he ordered the guards to come arrest you instead. I fled.”

It took Victor a moment’s thought to actually remember whom Yakov was talking about. And then he remembered the Prince appearing at their doorstep in the dead of night, looking desperate. He spent another moment wondering why the heck they’d wasted their time actually helping the narcissistic brat. Probably because that night had been the first time he hadn’t looked like a narcissistic brat. Victor’s fixation on Yuuri had given Victor a sense of companionship with the prince, moreso than he thought anything ever could.

“Did he tell the King, then?”

“No. The fool boy’s already fled the island with his bull-headed lady love. Alain was simply sharp enough to be able to tell that his son wouldn’t have solved the puzzle of the Labyrinth as swiftly as he did without help from us.”

Well. No one had ever accused King Alain of being slow.

Two sets of working artificial wings in hand, Victor and Yakov left their workshop behind, heading for the cliffs and moving as quickly as they could without drawing attention to themselves. Or to what they carried with them – sadly large piles of feathers were eye-catching even if they succeeded in disguising what the feathers actually were. They could hear the alarms sounding off even as they drew closer to their destination.

“Remember, not too close to the sun, or to the water beneath!” Yakov snapped, even as he helped Victor strap the wings onto his arms.

“Yes, yes, I know Yakov,” Victor sighed, helping Yakov strap the second harness on once his own wings were in place.

The running leap he made from the edge of the cliff felt like taking a breath for the first time.

(Ironically enough, it also felt like that moment in which he’d been looking for a quiet place to breathe, in the midst of chaos, and had found Yuuri instead, leaning against a pillar, dressed in simple white robes, standing lost in thought, his hair attractively mussed and with a crown of laurel grasped carelessly in his fingers.)

Their invention worked! They left land behind faster than expected, Victor outpacing his mentor fast enough that the older man called out after him in alarm. He couldn’t help himself, though – he had the sun in his eyes and the smell of salt water running through his lungs. The burn of light and heat against his skin, reflecting off of the sea beneath them, was enough give his skin a soft pink flush, and the exertion needed to keep his body aloft only added to it.

Even so, it felt as though the sun gleamed particularly brightly down on him. The longer they spent in the air, the more it felt like its light was enveloping Victor, and energizing him. He lifted himself further up in the air with a whoop, laughing in delight even while Yakov yelled for him to slow down, and not go as high.

It was easy enough to convince himself to stay away from the waves, especially when the one time he dropped down low enough to dip his toes in the water, the damp setting into his wings almost made it too hard to drag himself up high into the air again. But the sun was harder to ignore. Ignore it he did, though, after spending a while high up in the air. Maybe it was some lingering concern for poor Yakov’s heart too, because his mentor almost screamed himself hoarse whenever Victor got either too high or too low.

…the first feather that slipped out of the wings strapped to his arms was a coincidence. Maybe they hadn’t stuck that one firmly enough in place. Maybe the tar hadn’t held it as strongly. Maybe it had just gotten stuck between the straps of the harness somehow and had chosen that specific moment to come loose. Maybe maybe maybe. Victor told himself to ignore it, and the next one that fell as well. And the third.

By the fourth, Yakov seemed to notice that something was wrong. By the fifth, he tried to draw up closer, looking about as terrified as his great big face could allow, too rigid in age. Victor waved him away, though, in words and action, worried that his drawing closer would put Yakov in as much danger as him. It didn’t seem to deter Yakov, though, his mentor hurling accusations of being ‘too proud’ and ‘a fool boy as bad as JJ’ – the first of which Victor accepted, gladly, but the second only made him frown in distaste, even as he beat his arms harder to keep himself aloft.

It didn’t help him. Not one bit. The longer they flew, the more feathers fell out of Victor’s wings – and now he could actually feel the stickiness of the tar, melting in the heat of the sun. Even when Victor tried to stay lower down, where the heat wasn’t as strong, feathers still continued to come loose, the tar having softened enough it wouldn’t harden unless Victor could set the wings aside to dry for a while first before attempting to use them again. If only they could pause a while.

There was no land to be seen anywhere, except in the distance behind them.

It wasn’t a sudden thing, when Victor began to lose height. He felt himself sinking lower, and no matter how much he beat his arms he found that he couldn’t lift himself as high as he had been before. A glance was enough to tell him that the sun was as merciless as ever, watching him as he sunk lower down, in spite of his earlier flirtations.

“I’ll hold you,” Yakov offered at one point, flying lower so they could move side by side.

Victor laughed, the sound ugly in his throat.

“It’s safer for you if you keep flying onward, Yakov. Leave me,” he replied. The words earned him a disgruntled, pained look, the expression telling him that Yakov dearly wanted to slap him upside the head. Apparently there were unforeseen benefits to the wings, if they stopped Yakov from being mean to him.

The agonized cry that fell from Yakov’s lips when Victor’s wings finally lost all aerodynamic ability made his heart hurt.

Thoughts of Yuuri filled his head, even as his body crashed into the water, from enough of a height that it hurt, enough so that it felt like a full body bruise. Thoughts tinged with regret, and longing, and the ridiculous thought that he would have liked to see Yuuri again, just once, before the King had called for his and Yakov’s heads.

He hadn’t even gotten the chance to say goodbye. They hadn’t even shared a meal together. He didn’t know Yuuri’s favorite foods, his favorite time of day, whether his smiles tasted as sweet as they looked, and whether he enjoyed spending time with Victor as much as Victor enjoyed spending time with him. The potential of their unfulfilled meetings unspooled in his mind’s eye like precious gold thread coming loose, too fine to spin back in place.

The water dragged him under, enough so that he couldn’t hear Yakov’s cries from above. Enough so that the last of his breath escaped him in little bubbles, the water that he’d been delighted by earlier on overtaking him in seconds, even while he tried to keep his head above the surface of it.

Time slowed down. Almost to a standstill. All Victor could hear was the sound buzzing between his ears, his thoughts slipping away as easily as sand, the water all consuming.

This was his end.

This would be his end.

And then, suddenly, it wasn’t.

“Oh Vitya. What am I to do with you?”

Quiet, fond, and with just a hint of irony. The voice as familiar to Victor as his own, now, as precious to him as his need to breathe. He didn’t know how, but when he opened his eyes, Yuuri was there, face right above his own. Victor choked, fearing the water in his lungs, but miraculously, had no trouble at all, the great big gulp of air he unduly ended up taking making his chest ache.

Yuuri continued to smile softly above him, and it took another long moment, spent gasping for breath because it still felt like a novelty after thinking he would find his end in strange waters, before Victor actually registered that Yuuri was holding up his bedraggled form, one arm beneath his knees, the other around his shoulders.

He still looked like himself, but now, in the light of the noon day sun and out in the open with nothing to shadow him, Victor could see the way Yuuri’s very skin seemed to hum with energy, all but radiating heat. The mere sight of him was arresting enough, but it was the crown of leaves sitting atop his head that Victor couldn’t seem to draw his gaze away from.

“Is it true you chased a disinterested girl until she begged her father to turn her into a tree?” he blurted out, and Yuuri stared down at him, visibly bemused.

“There was no disinterested girl,” his voice was still soft to the ear, but it was filled with enough humor to make up for the pitch, “only a friend who endeavored to free me from a spell that I wanted no part of.”

“But the leaves!”

“Yes, she does tend some lovely laurel bushes, doesn’t she.”

Victor felt like his heart was going to burst right out of his ribcage, too full with adoration to bear staying in place.

“You rescued me,” he murmured, voice awed.

Yuuri’s face went red, flushing across his nose, the color spreading enough to touch the apples of both cheeks. Victor cooed, throwing his arms around Yuuri’s neck, and laughing when that made him flush brighter. The sight was adorable enough that he could almost ignore the fact that Yuuri’s bare skin across his nape was unnaturally hot. Hot enough to compare to a freshly brewed pot of tea. Enough to burn his skin, and possibly would have – if the temperature of it hadn’t dropped the moment Victor’s arms went around Yuuri’s neck.

It was almost adorable enough to ignore the fact that they were both floating in midair, and that Yakov was nowhere to be found.

“I bade him go forward,” Yuuri explained, not needing Victor to actually ask his question out loud.

“Oh? And how did he react to being told to keep flying by a God?” Victor responded, curious.

The mild smile tugging at Yuuri’s lips spread into a full-fledged grin, toothy and indulgent.

“His only reaction was to demand that I rescue you quickly, so he could yell at you for romancing the one God who could end your escape in tears.”

It was Victor’s turn to blush at that, the tips of his ears and his nose going hot in a way that was uncomfortably familiar. Yuuri just laughed, though, quietly, but it sounded just as overjoyed as anything else.

“But you saved me, didn’t you Yuuri,” Victor whispered, and Yuuri nodded, eyes glinting with delayed amusement.

“Yes, yes I did. Though you didn’t make it easy on me, with how badly you exposed yourself to danger. The next time you decide you want to fly, try not to get hurt again? I might be the God of the Sun, and Healing, but I’d be just as happy if I didn’t actually have to heal you, my dear.”

Victor yelped in protest at that, scrunching up his face in a moue of displeasure. It just made Yuuri smile, though, and lean in to nuzzle their noses together. And Victor couldn’t just let that go, now could he.

It turned out that Yuuri’s smiles were just as sweet to taste as they looked.

OMAKE

On the mainland, in a certain youth’s home

Yakov: *sitting sullenly by the window, scowling over his tea*

Yuri: So you leave, because you don’t want the two of us to keep inventing in the same city, and you’re telling me you found yourself an apprentice who gives you more headaches than I ever did? Even when he’s older than me? Really, Uncle.

Yakov: *shoots Yuri a dirty look* My apprentice was fine. Any headaches he gave me were manageable.

Yuri: …I sense a but. Why do I sense a ‘but’ in that statement, Yakov. Or a past tense.

Yakov: *remembers Yuuri blasting out of the sky, covered head to toe in golden armor, looking like he might have dived straight into the water after Vitya if he hadn’t noticed Yakov trying pathetically to stay in place, screaming himself hoarse*

Yakov: *remembers what it felt like to find out that his apprentice had a God terrified for his life*

Yakov: *remembers that his apprentice had been going around with a besotted, lovesick expression on his face for entire weeks together before they had to escape the island*

Yakov: …I did say were manageable. I am not sure if he’s manageable any longer. Not when the fool boy somehow managed to seduce the God of the Sun when I wasn’t looking.

Yuri: *cleaning out his ears* Say what now?

#yoimythweek #day 1 #icarus myth #yoi #victor nikiforov #katsuki yuuri #yakov feltsman #mild angst #love at first sight #fluff #ofc there's fluff #victor and yuuri are always saps #longer than expected #my writing #adel writes #being yakov is suffering #yuri just thinks they're all crazy #also jj and bella are lovely together always

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letarasstuff · 3 years

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We Fell in Love in October

(A/N): This was requested by an anon. It’s based on No matter what, but you don’t need to read it in order to understand. Also I didn’t specify the reader’s sexuality, so it can be just read as wlw :)

Summary: After coming out to Spencer, how will the team react?

Wordcount: 0.9k

✨Masterlist✨ _______________________________

“Are you ready, Sweetheart?” Spencer asks (Y/N) as they are waiting in the elevator in order to reach the sixth floor. Both of them wear certain matching mismatched socks. Her pant legs are cuffed.

The teenager picks nervously at her nail polish, but nods. “Yes, I think I am. I want them to know, it’s a part of me and I can’t deny or hide it anymore.” The father smiles at her firm statement, proud of having raised a strong and determined young woman.

“It doesn’t matter what the outcome is, I’m already proud of you.” He puts his arm around her shoulder and pulls her close to him. “Thank you for being here for me. I don’t know if I could do that without your support.”

Before he is able to answer with other heartwarming words the doors open to reveal the wanted floor. Together they make their way over to Spencer’s desk, being one of the last to enter to start another day of paperwork.

“Oh, Boy Wonder brought our favorite Wonder Baby. Finally a light in these dark days filled with dead trees”, Penelope cheers as soon as her eyes spott the younger Reid. Happily she runs over and engulfs her in her arms.

Everybody greets (Y/N), even Hotch nods towards her with a ghost of a smile. Emily watches the teenager from her desk and winks when their looks meet. She smiles back as an affirmation.

The following hours mostly consists of fooling around with Morgan by stealing his pens or kicking his chair occasionally. Every now and then (Y/N) goes into JJ’s office, since it’s the only place with hard candy that Spencer doesn’t know about. Both ladies swore to secrecy in that case.

For a few hours (Y/N) sits in Rossi’s office and reads there, because it’s the quietest place in the whole building. Also, he enjoys her presence, the older man extra plays some calming music. It has positive aspects for both of them.

Even Hotch is graced with the teenager’s attention, talking to him about her current college choices and his contacts, who coincidentally owe him.

The day slowly comes to an end, until Derek asks his goddaughter a certain question over a joint break. “Wonder Baby, do you have a pretty boy on your own? I mean, the boys at your school must be flying all over you.”

While popping a cherry in her mouth, she answers: “It’s pretty heteronormative of you to think I only want a pretty boy. Or could have a pretty boy.” The whole table stops in their commotion, except for Emily and Spencer.

“Uh, do you have a pretty girl on your own?” He rephrases his inquiry. The whole attention solely lays on (Y/N), everyone putting their best profiling skills out to use. Even Penelope tries to gauge something from her reaction.

As nonchalantly as possible she shrugs her shoulders. “Yes, I do have a pretty girl on my own. Her name is Rowena.” Again, pretty most everyone stops their movements.

Then, all of a sudden the girls, including Emily, begin to cheer. “This is amazing. Do you guys paint each other's nails and do the other's make up before going on a date?” Garcia asks excitedly. “How long are you two dating?” JJ wants to know. Emily simply goes with a “Does she make you happy?” “We didn’t yet, but it’s a sweet idea for our next date, thank you Penny. We are a thing for three weeks now, so it's still pretty new. And yes, she is one of the best things that happened to me in the last few months. Rowena makes everything… brighter? Like there isn’t shade, because everywhere she goes all things are glowing and sparkling. I-I think this is what the books describe as ‘pink glasses’?” The team melts over the girl’s try to explain the feeling of loving and being loved.

But Morgan is quick to destroy that lovely atmosphere. “I’m mad.” These words are exactly the ones (Y/N) always imagined will start a long monologue of why they won’t support her, her sexuality and her relationship.

“All this time I was excited to intimidate your first boyf- significant other and now I learn that this one is a girl?! I can’t go up to her and threat her to not hurt you and wave my hip to put the attention on my gun. What am I supposed to do?” This took a complete different turn, but the teenager is thankful for that.

Smiling, she answers: “I can arrange a meeting, so you get to know her. Rowena really is a Sweetheart and the purest soul on mother earth. You all are gonna love her.” “I won’t doubt that any second, Bella”, Rossi tells her with a huge grin. Young love always makes him smile.

“Yeah, also Dave you owe me fifty bucks now.” “Oh shut it, Aaron. Be happy for the Baby here for once. Just because the young one is better scoring it with girls than you”, he grumbles but gets his wallet out nonetheless. The whole table has a confused look on their faces.

“I bet Dave that (Y/N) will find a partner before her graduation. He said after and now I am fifty dollars richer. Thank you Honey. And congratulations by the way, I’m really happy for you. Maybe there is finally someone, who can drag you out into the real world”, Hotch says with a laugh.

“Hey!” (Y/N) tries to protest, unfortunately for her it’s true. She is a homebody just like her father.

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andreafmn · 3 years

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Running In Circles - Chapter 1

Word Count: 3,196

Characters: Female Reader Rossi Character, Aaron Hotchner, David Rossi, Derek Morgan, Spencer Reid, Jennifer “JJ”Jareau, Emily Prentiss, Penelope Garcia, George Foyet, Multiple Unsubs and Victims

Story Description: (Y/N) Rossi is following in her father’s footsteps by joining the BAU team as a profiler. The girl genius knew almost everything but she could have never predicted falling for Aaron Hotchner, her boss and her father’s friend. in their world mutual feelings are not enough to push them together. Will all the adversities and obstacles they face pull them together or push them apart forever?

*DISCLAIMER* I do not own in any way Criminal Minds, all credits of the pre-established characters, script, and storyline belong to Jeff Davis and CBS Network. The only thing I own is Arden Rossi, any upcoming characters, and her storyline, as well as her effects in the others' story line.

Chapter: 1/?

Chapter Description: (Y/N) remebers her first day in the job and recounts all the cases and events that led to the downfall of George Foyet.

A/N: I decided to say fuck the anxiety of posting and put up my Aaron fanfiction. It’s been gathering dust in my documents folder and I love writing too much to keep it to myself. I’m not sure how many chapters this will have but there’s already 8 chapters all finished up. Soon I’ll be posting ff of all the fanfictions I enjoy also! If you enjoy my writing I’ll also be posting them in AO3 and Wattpad along with other stories (I also hope to start taking requests if ya’ll want) Hope you enjoy and all constructive criticism is encouraged.

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Chapter 1

“Good morning, BAU!” I said as I walked through the doors of the elevator and entered the bullpen. I could still remember how it felt the first time I got here.

I walked out of the elevator and made my way to the first office on the left. I was to meet

SSA Aaron Hotchner for an interview to join the BAU. My hands were shaking, and my body was getting warmer by the second. But I remembered my father’s encouraging words. “You’re gonna do great, mia bella.”

Not only was I extremely young, but I also had a lot to live up to. Being the daughter of SSA David Stephen Rossi was no easy task. He was an amazing agent, mentor, and father. He always pushed me to be the best at everything I did. When I started high school, I decided to get a head start on my college studies and applied to dual enrollment. When I graduated I did so with a Bachelor’s in Computer Science. Then, I worked my way to a Master’s in Psychology and Social Work, and a Doctorate in Criminal Justice. At the same time, my father trained me as a profiler. All my life I knew I wanted to be in the FBI, just like him. I was always impressed at all he did and wanted to be just like my hero. The day I told him I had been recruited by the FBI and was set to work in the BAU he said it had been the greatest day of his life.

Now my shaking hand raised to softly knock on the door before me.

“Come in,” someone said from inside. The door softly creaked as I opened and was met by a tall man with dark hair and a shorter blonde woman. “Agent Rossi, welcome.”

“Thank you, it’s an honor to be here.” I smiled and shook Aaron Hotchner’s and Erin Strauss’ hands.

“It’s an honor to meet you, Agent Rossi,” Erin smiled. “Have to say, you have a very impressive curriculum and your disinvolvement in our past interviews and tests have been outstanding.”

I smiled and turned the bracelet on my wrist for comfort.

“I must concur with Chief Strauss,” said Hotch. “I believe you will be a great addition to the BAU team.”

After sharing a few pleasantries and being handed my badge and gun, I was following Hotch to the briefing room to meet the rest of the team. Formally, at least. I had heard everything about them when I spoke with my father. He left no detail out.

“Morning, everyone,” Hotchner started. “I called you all in early today so you could meet the newest addition to the team. This is Agent (y/n) Rossi.”

To the sound of my name most of the mouths in the room dropped.

“Rossi, as in David Rossi?” The slender, messy haired agent said. I could only assume that was Spencer Reid. As my father had described him, a curly mess dressed in vests.

I nodded.

“Rossi, you didn’t tell us you had such a beautiful daughter.” That would be Derek Morgan. The hottie Casanova with a silver tongue.

“I hadn’t?” My father questioned and smirked, knowing full well the answer.

“Well, he’s talked a lot about all of you,” I smiled.

“All good things I hope,” Emily smiled.

“Great things,” I returned the smile. “I could probably make out who is who by the things he’s told me.”

“Go ahead,” Aaron challenged.

“Alright,” I cleared my throat and started going around the table. “Curly hair, vests, analyzing everything I’ve done and said since I walked in… you’re Spencer Reid.”

He smiled brightly.

“Tall, dark, handsome, and a silver tongue. Plus, you checked me out as soon as the doors of the elevator opened… Derek Morgan.”

He smirked.

“Calm, cool, and collected. Quiet but present, inspecting my presence here… you’re Emily Prentiss.”

“She’s good,” Emily muttered to Morgan beside her. I continued.

“And last but not least, bright colors, fun accessories,” I said looking at Garcia. “Even though you’re smiling, you’re not sure about me yet because you don’t like change and are probably going to dig up everything you can on me as soon as you can… Penelope Garcia.”

She stiffened and Derek chuckled.

“Don’t worry, I get it. I do not like change that much either. And here,” I reached my hand into my bag to pull out a rather thick folder. “I’ll save you the work. Background check, complete internet history, social medias, and all the whatnots you would need to build a very extensive profile.”

“Oh, thank you,” she reached out her hand and grabbed the folder, smiling at the floor.

“And well, I already know Agent Hotchner and my father, so they don’t need much of an introduction.”

“No, but you do,” my father said joining my side. “Tell them a bit about yourself.”

“Well, I have a bachelor, two masters, and a doctorate degree: I’m 23, I’m Rossi’s daughter…” In the middle of my thought process dad cut in.

“She’s beautiful, she’s intelligent, and she’s the one I call when I’m stuck on a case.” I smiled.

“She also passed every test with flying colors,” Aaron added. “And her profiling skills are exceptional.”

“Thank you,” I blushed. “I think it runs in my blood.”

“Well, welcome to the team,” Aaron continued. “Let’s get to work.”

That was almost three years ago. A couple of days after, I met JJ who had visited with her newborn son Henry.

In very little time I had grown attached to this family. I was most of the time partnered with Spence and we developed an amazing bond. It did help that I loved playing chess and we could have highly erudite talks. Also, I very much enjoyed his over sharing of facts. But really, I was close to them all. On my spare time I was found watching movies with Derek and Penny, perusing book shops with Reid, having girl nights with JJ, Penny, and Emily, or sipping on top grade scotch while finishing paperwork with Hotch.

Spending time with Hotch was my favorite pastime of all.

I realized I had developed feelings for him the day he was captured by Foyet and left at the hospital. Receiving the call from Emily that she had found blood at his apartment literally knocked the air out of my lungs. Reid could tell that my reaction would not have been the same where it had been any of the other members. For some time, he had deduced my attraction to our unit chief. Once we had captured Patrick Meyers and Reid had been sent off to a hospital, we sped off to St. Sebastian Hospital. I could feel my heartbeat going faster and faster as I felt time slipping by. More than once I had asked Morgan to go faster and with sorry eyes, he told me he was going as fast as he could.

Seeing Hotch on a hospital bed, greatly hurt, broke me. I knew everyone on the team, just like Reid, had figured it out. I was the first one in when the doctor announced he was waking up. His eyes fluttered open as JJ, the last one to enter, made it in.

“Where am I?” He groggily asked.

“In the hospital,” dad answered.

My eyes could not leave his face, even as all I wanted was to imagine him in a different state. Derek told him how he made it to the hospital and Emily asked Hotch what had happened. Closing his eyes, Hotch explained step by step how everything had gone down. Upon more investigation, we quickly figured what Foyet had taken and, a page from his planner that held his ex-wife’s and son’s current address and a picture of them, respectively.

Once we had that information, the team knew exactly what to do. Emily and I volunteered to stay behind and update the team if anything changed. As soon as he went to sleep, we let out a locked breath. But the relief was short lived as his pulse started to get exceedingly fast.

“What happened?” The doctor asked.

“I don’t know,” I croakily muttered out. Emily put a hand on my back as I softly touched his arm.

“Agent Hotchner. Can you hear me?” The doctor called out. “Agent Hotchner?”

He finally opened his eyes and responded. “I’m okay.”

The doctor asked us out of the room as she checked on him and Emily helped stabilize my walk as we made it out. I saw the doctor and a nurse check him as I picked the skin of the thumb of my right hand. Emily noticed and grabbed it, knowing well of my nervous ticks. The other being closing my fist hard enough to dig my nails in it.

“He’ll be okay,” she smiled. “You know he’s a fighter.”

I softly smiled at her, not knowing if she said it for me or for her to believe it too.

Once we knew Haley and Jack were safe the three of us let out a relieved sigh. Hotch squeezed the hand I had been holding as he slept, needing the reassurance of a trusted presence next to him. He asked Emily about the scene at his apartment, but she could not give him definite answers. In a moment of silence, she excused herself to go buy coffee and I took this chance to ask him what had been going through my head.

“Do you wanna talk about what happened?” I asked worry evident in my eyes.

Sighing, he responded. “I don’t know. After he stabbed me the first time, it all goes blank.”

He looked straight into my eyes and I could tell he knew more than he let on, but now was not the time to push him. He had been drained: physically, emotionally, and mentally. In that moment, Haley walked in and I let go of his hand to leave them to talk. From outside of the room, I could hear the heartbreaking moment and knowing he was in pain shattered my heart. That day had absolutely devastated us as a team, but it only made us more determined to find Foyet and end him.

But life and work went on. The whole month he was off, I spent most of my free time helping in his recovery and his healing, using the little training I had in wound treatment. The other part of my time I spent with Reid, who was also in recovery. A far less pressing injury, but an injury, nonetheless. And he was my best friend, so I could not completely abandon him.

We were all worried about him coming back to the team with Foyet still out there, but dad reassured us he would only be more motivated. Yet the first case back, he was different. He was usually professional and understanding, now it seemed that no matter how well we worked, we would make a mistake. And when we finally tracked down the unsub and he made his way inside the house, no vest, and no gun, I knew there was something different in him. I tried to follow him inside, but dad stopped me.

“We have to trust him,” he told me. Even with those words we were all unsure of the outcome. My head was working 1,000 miles a minute coming up with different ways this could all end up in, and when I heard the gunshots, my mind only went to the darkest end. Quickly we stormed in the house and saw Hotch putting handcuffs on Darrin, and a very dead Jarvis on a recliner.

My father spent most of his time with me reassuring me that Hotch was still the same man he had been a month before. And I spent most of my time with Hotch reassuring him that he was not alone.

At the end of most cases Emily, dad, and I sat with Hotch in his office to drink a cup of scotch and unwind after a stressful day. I stayed nights overtime often and was there on the night that Strauss had landed a surprise visit to his office. The next day he became hyper focused on Derek’s work, which later he revealed to me the reason why. The bureau was questioning his leadership and he meant to step down as unit chief at the end of that week. This ended with Derek becoming active unit chief whilst Hotch was being investigated.

The days that followed were quite strange. We were used to taking orders from Hotch and now taking orders from Morgan was completely different. But business went on as usual. We worked on cases just as hard and solved them just as efficiently. With one case always hanging on us like a dark cloud. George Foyet. With every case we finished we knew he was still out there, which meant that Hotch was still hurting and hunting.

But the dreaded day had caught up to us. With the last case we had been on in Hampton we knew Foyet had found Hotch. He was taunting Hotch, dangling his life in front of him. Once he had sent us that calling card, we pressed harder on our investigation, pulling at whatever string we could find.

Thankfully, JJ pulled our medication string harder when she found out about the ability to substitute prescriptions with over-the-counter meds. We worked tirelessly and strongly to shorten the investigation part of this case. We needed to catch him, fast.

“Wait a minute, guys. Foyet likes things that have meaning to him,” I said looking at the map presented in front of us. I could see that Reid knew where I was going.

“The eye of providence, the addresses in blood he wrote on the bus that led back to him,” Spence added, and I nodded.

“Maybe he’s doing the same with his name,” I said as Reid wrote down George Foyet on the board.

“Like an anagram or something,” Emily chimed. Quickly, Reid got to work on the theory crossing out and circling letters. Adding ‘The Reaper’ onto the board and utilizing it, once Hotch had pointed out Foyet gave himself that name. He kept up this process until the name Peter Rhea came to existence.

Garcia tracked down the name and quickly found an address in Arlington. We had found him, but it was just too easy.

We were waiting outside of the apartment building for too long, waiting for something, anything. Once Morgan had given his orders, the plan was set in motion. Still, something in the back of my mind kept telling me it was too easy. We stormed the empty apartment and searched for anything that would help us find his actual location. His computer was quickly deleting files, but Garcia was better. Haley’s protection unit was in trouble.

As soon as it clicked, we were on our way to the stash house. Inside the house Marshal Sam Kassmeyer was hurt, losing blood quickly. With the little he was able to tell us we knew that Haley and Jack were in danger. Sam had not told Foyet anything, but George was smart, unfortunately. He had disguised himself as a Marshal and lied to Haley to get her where he needed her. Only him had communication with her. Everyone was on edge wanting nothing more than to find this man.

In the office we heard Hotch’s conversation with Foyet. He was working hard to buy some time for us to find him but knowing George he already had a plan set in motion. He had eyes on the pair, he was with them. I could only imagine what Hotch was going through.

“Alright, Foyet has to be in control,” Derek said, breaking me out of my thoughts. “He had Haley come to him.”

“Yeah, but where would he take her?” Spencer asked. We all started thinking and speculating. There was something in the call that told Hotch where to go. That was the key.

“Reid, what did he say, exactly?” I emphasized on the last word.

“Haley’s hair looks good dark. She’s lost some weight. It must be because of all the stress you caused her. Where’s the little man? Oh, there he is now. Do you think he likes Captain America because of you? That’s your wife on the other line. Hold, please. Hi. Open the gate and I’ll drive in.” Spencer recited in a monotone voice.

“Open the gate?” My father questioned.

“It would be someplace with the biggest emotional impact for Hotch,” I said looking down to organize my thoughts.

“And Haley has access to the gate,” Derek added, and it clicked.

“Their house,” I said. “Where they lived together.”

“Of course,” Emily said. “Foyet planned this all the way to the end. It’s everything to him.”

“He wants to take over Hotch’s house, to be in control, to prove his dominance,” I finished. We knew where he was going, and I was sure Hotch knew too and was already on his way.

On the way, Hotch got a call from Foyet’s phone. It was Hayley. I heard the emotion grabbing him by the throat. We could hear the whole conversation and my heart broke when he asked Hayley the magic words.

“Tell Jack that I need him working on the case,” Hotch breathed out. One drunken night he had told me about how he had found Jack inside a storage bench in his office after he had knocked on it. The smiling kid had told his father that he was working the case with Hotch. Hotch knew what was going to happen and so did I. This was the best chance Jack had at survival.

When Hotch told Jack to hug his mom and he said I love you, I let out a loud sob and Emily grabbed my hand tightly for support. But I was not the one that need the care. Hotch did. Haley’s words would forever be engraved in my head, and in the heads of our friends.

Three gunshots rang through the line right before it cut. Then I could not hold back the tears. I knew. I just knew.

Hotch was the first one on the scene and all I thought of was that he did not have a vest or any backup, so god knows what could have happened. For the second time in a matter of months all I could ask for was that Morgan drove faster.

At the house, Morgan was the first one in and the scene that unfolded in front of us was heartbreaking. Hotch was hitting Foyet over and over, and Derek had to hold him back. He was dead. I surveyed the scene and instinctively went to Hotch’s office, Hotch following close behind. Jack had to be there. I let Hotch walk past me and watched as relief overtook him when he lifted the lid.

“I work the case, daddy,” Jack said. Unbeknownst to everything that had happened. “Just like you said.”

“You did a great job buddy,” Hotch lifted his son out of the bench.

“What happened to you, daddy?”

“I’m okay. I want you to go outside with Ms. Jareau. Ok?” The child walked to JJ and she took him out in her arms.

And Hotch let go. He silently cried and I helped him make his way to where Haley laid. I stood by the door and turned away a police officer. Morgan stood up and squeezed my shoulder as he left the room behind the officer. I stayed outside of the doorframe, listening to the sobs of a strong man.

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Out of my League [Part 5]

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Single mom!Reader

Word count: 4.1k

Summary: A night out with the team leaves you and Spencer with so much unsaid, despite how much he spills to you while you’re drunk and half asleep.

Warning(s): Mentions of past addiction, alcohol consumption, some swear words, mentions of past bullying, EXTREME PINING

Author’s Note: I told yall this chapter wouldn’t take 10 years. just like... a week and a half. I promise I’ll do better lmao also enjoy the fluff cuz uh,, yall are gonna hate me next chapter oops

[Previous Part] [Series Masterlist]

Washington D.C., 2009

(Reader POV)

Rossi’s dinner party would not be the last time Spencer had to drive your drunk ass home. It happened two or three in the two years since that night. Dave meant it when he said you were one of them. Whenever they went out for drinks after a case, you would get a text from one of the girls asking if you wanted to come. Your mom living a few blocks away from you was helpful because you just needed to drop Jamie off and head over to O’Keefe’s. You very rarely went overboard because you normally had to drive home, but tonight was not one of those nights.

The team had just gotten back from a local case in Bethesda, so Emily offered to pick you up on her way back. Hotch gave them all the rest of the night off after they made the arrest, but Spencer, always the workaholic, still wanted to finish up his paperwork before going out.

Your mom came to get Jamie and take him back to her house, so you were free to get all dressed up for a night on the town with your friends. You didn’t want to look too formal since most of them were still going to be in their work clothes, so you got out a cute green button-down blouse and tucked it into some high-waisted jeans. You put on your favorite locket and let your hair down. You went with a light makeup look, just brows, cheeks, and lashes. You were all set by the time Emily pulled up in front of your place. You strapped up your wedges and grabbed your purse, heading out the door, excited to see everyone after they’d been so busy.

“Hey! You look nice!”

“And you’re not so bad for fresh off a crime scene.”

“Should’ve seen me catch the guy, I looked amazing.”

“I’m sure you did, Em.”

Emily told you about the case, or rather just the ending. You only liked to hear her stories when they had happy endings. This one was pleasant enough, but you had a feeling that she was leaving some details out since it was apparently so bad that even Spencer would be tagging along for drinks.

When you got to the bar, Derek and Penelope were already sitting at a booth in the back with Aaron and Dave. Penelope hopped up from her seat to give you a hug as soon as you approached the table.

“Hey, there she is,” Morgan smiled over his beer.

“Reid’s not driving tonight?” Aaron asked.

“He texted me, he’s on his way, he wanted to finish his paperwork back at the precinct.”

“So what I’m hearing is you finally have time to tell us stories about Reid in high school,” Dave said with a smirk.

“No, come on, he’ll kill me,” you settled into the booth.

Emily snorted, “I’d be surprised if he even found it in him to be mad at you.”

“Oh, it’s happened before.” Your face scrunched up at the memory of what happened that day on the football field.

“Really?” Penelope seemed shocked.

“Yeah I’d… Rather not talk about it.” You didn’t know if Spencer had told the team about the Alexa Lisbon incident, so you didn’t want to talk about how he had been so angry with you for babying him.

“Oh, come on, the kid was in love with you,” Derek prodded, “What’d you do?”

You elected to ignore his comment, “No, it was just stupid.” You could still talk about Kyle, though. The team knew the story of how you’d met Spencer, they just didn’t know about how upset he was when he found out you got back together with Kyle just a few months after you dumped him.

“We love hearing about the stupid things you did!” Garcia squealed.

You stared at the table and fiddled with a napkin to avoid eye contact as you said, “I dated one of his bullies.”

Dave was the first to break the silence, “But Reid said you broke up with him when you found out.”

You bit your lip and hesitated before owning up to it, “Did he tell you that Kyle is Jamie’s dad?”

Emily gasped, “No way!”

“We barely spoke outside of tutoring after that between him being scared of Kyle and basketball season. We were both busy with our teams.”

“Reid played basketball?” Aaron asked, amused.

“He was the coach.” You managed to crack a slight smile, “Budget cuts. But, hey, it was for the best, that was our best season in years.”

“Hard to believe he could focus on strategy with you cheering from the sidelines.” Derek wiggled his eyebrows and took another sip of his beer.

You were quick to change the subject, “So is JJ coming?”

Emily shook her head, “She went home after the case cuz she missed Henry.”

“Oh that boy is the sweetest little thing, I miss when Jamie was that little.”

Aaron sipped his whiskey, “How old is he again?”

“Ten. I’m old, don’t remind me, it’s fucking me up.”

“Ah! Language, bella.”

“Sorry Dave. But speaking of getting effed up, I’ll go get the next round.” You stood and took everyone’s drink orders: Dave and Aaron were sharing an expensive bottle that Dave had already paid for, Emily wanted a martini, Derek just asked for another beer, while Penelope ordered the most elaborate cocktail on the menu, but luckily it was her usual, so you had it pretty much memorized by now.

You strolled up to the bar and gave the bartender the order, which he got right on. He started with giving you Derek’s beer, then Em’s martini, then your rum and coke, before getting to work on Penelope’s ridiculously fruity drink. An older man stalked into your field of view with a beer in his hand, grinning dumbly.

“What’s a girl like you doing in a place like this?”

You snorted, “Has that line ever worked?”

“Truth be told, I’ve never used it.”

“Well you don’t have a great success rate right now, bud.” You looked over the man’s shoulder and made eye contact with Penelope, who turned to Derek and gave him a heads up.

“Well let me buy you a drink, maybe it’ll work better the second time around.”

“Oh, no, thank y—”

“No, come on, what’s one drink?”

You grabbed the tray with everyone’s drinks and started to pass him, “I should really get back to my friends.”

“Hey, I won’t keep you long,” He caught you by the arm and the last thing you saw before he turned you to face him again was Penelope leaping up from her seat to let Derek through, “what are you drinking?”

“Babygirl, how long does a beer take?” Derek stepped up behind you and placed a delicate hand on the small of your back, “This guy bothering you, doll?”

The man dropped his hand from your arm, “We were just talking.”

“Really? ‘Cuz to me it seems like you were trying to put the moves on my girl.”

“Babe, it’s fine,” you caught on quickly, placing a hand on Derek’s chest to keep up the ruse of holding him back, “I’m just waiting for Pen’s drink.”

“Get the hell out of here, man.” Derek glares and the other man leaves reluctantly. “You okay?”

You nodded, “Thank you.”

“Hey, no problem, sweetheart.” He withdrew his hand from the small of your back, “Wouldn’t want Pretty Boy to get jealous.”

You felt your face heat up as your eyebrows knit together, feigning confusion.

“Oh, come on, Y/N, you can’t seriously tell me you don’t see it.”

You played dumb, “See what?”

He sips his beer, “You don’t need to be a profiler to see the way he looks at you, Y/N.”

“Oh, god, first my mother, now you too?”

“I’m serious, I’ve only seen him like this one other time.”

“When?”

“On a case a few years ago. There was this actress we were helping out, Lila Archer.”

“Lila Archer? The Lila Archer?”

“Yeah, she had a little crush on Reid for a bit. They made out once.”

“They what?”

He laughed, “What’re ya jealous?”

“No!” Maybe? “It just seems so unprofessional, I wouldn’t have pegged him for a guy who would--”

“Hook up with a movie star? Yeah, I didn’t think so either. It didn’t work out with them, obviously, he said she only felt that way about him because he saved her life.”

“What does this have to do with me?”

“Ever thought about how you protecting him his whole life may have had a similar effect?”

“Showing him basic human decency didn’t make him fall in love with me, Derek.”

“No, but saving his life did.”

“What do you mean?”

“I think that’s more of a question for Pretty Boy himself.” Derek nodded his chin over your shoulder. You followed his gaze and saw Spencer coming up behind you, grinning as he neared the bar.

“Hey.”

“Hey, haircut! Lookin’ good!” Your fingers laced through his shaggy locks and messed up his new boy band-esque style.

A faint blush spread across his cheeks as he fixed his hair, “T-Thanks.”

“When you lovebirds feel like talking to the rest of us, I’ll be at the table with the rest of the team.”

You roll your eyes and turn back to the lanky boy next to you, “Lemme buy you a drink, Spence.”

“Oh, no thank you. I’m driving. And also did you know--”

“You can just say you don’t want it.”

“No, I do. That’s the problem.”

Your face contorted with confusion until it suddenly clicked, “Oh… Has that ever been a problem for you before?”

“Not anymore, and not alcohol, but yeah.”

“Wait, Spence, why didn’t you tell me? I-I’m not mad, it’s your choice, obviously, but I could have helped.”

“You did.”

“I did?”

“Remember that one time I was too sick to talk on our Saturday call?”

“Yeah?”

“I had just gotten back from a case in New Orleans. Remember Ethan from school?”

You nodded, holding onto every word.

“He’s in a jazz band down there now. He talked me into getting help. When you called, I was at the lowest point of withdrawals, shaking so hard I couldn’t sleep, and completely alone. I almost didn’t pick up, but I knew you wouldn’t accept that,” he laughed nervously, “and when I heard your voice…”

He trailed off, finally meeting your eyes.

“When I said I wasn’t feeling well, you said ‘I’m putting Jamie down for the night, wanna hear his bedtime story?’”

You both found yourselves smiling slightly at the memory.

“Not once, during any book I’ve read, had I fallen asleep so easily as I did when you read me The Very Hungry Caterpillar.”

He took a deep breath, almost shuddering, “It was the first time I slept without nightmares since Tobias Hankle.”

You remembered that name. He’d come up in conversations from time to time but you never heard anything about his case. He was always a touchy subject for the team, and now you knew why.

“How long ago was this?”

“Almost three years ago.” He didn’t even have to think about it.

“Spence, you could have told me. You can tell me anything.”

“Anything?” He gulped.

You reached for his hand on the bar and felt it tense under your touch. You’d think after how long you’d known him his touch aversion wouldn’t be an issue with you anymore, but apparently not. Feeling your cheeks heat up, you withdrew your hand as if you burnt your hand on a hot stove and let out an awkward scoff, turning away to look back at your friends, who tried and failed miserably at making it look like they weren’t watching you and Spencer.

“We should…”

“Yeah… w-we should.” Spencer passed you and sat down next to Derek in the booth, leaving you in your usual spot next to Emily with your first of many drinks that night.

3 Hours Later

(Spencer’s POV)

I helped her into my car and buckled her up after she couldn’t find the seatbelt. When I got into the driver’s seat, I glanced at her to see if she was still conscious, only to see her dopey smile directed at me.

“What?” I laughed nervously.

“Nothing,” she slurred, dragging out the ‘ing’ and turning her head towards the window.

“You okay?”

She nodded and leaned her head against the glass as I pulled out of the parking lot. She was quiet for the most part during the drive, so I assumed she was asleep, so imagine my shock when she piped up as soon as I parked in front of her place.

“Can you walk me in?” she asked as if I could say no to her.

“Of course.” I was going to regardless. I helped her out of the car and she stood on wobbly legs. She groaned and looked at her feet.

“Hold this.” She shoved her purse into my arms and placed a hand on my shoulder and hopped up to take off one of her heels, tossing it onto her seat before repeating her actions on her other shoe. She grabbed the pair and marched up the path to her front door. I trailed close behind, just in case she stumbled, which she did.

She fumbled for her key when she suddenly remembered that I had her purse. I dug through the pockets and fished it out, tossing it to her once I got close enough. She instantly giggled as soon as I met her eyes.

“What’s so funny now?”

“Nothing, Spence,” she failed to stifle a smile as she tried to open the door, “You have nothing to worry about.”

I stepped in beside her, “Well you’ve been awfully quiet since we left and now you’re laughing at me!”

“I’m just thinking!”

“That can’t be good,” I joked, prompting her to lightly slap my arm, “Kidding! What are you thinking about?”

“Don’t worry about it!”

“No, now I’m curious!”

“Just something stupid Derek said before you came tonight.”

“Oh jeez, now I have to know.” She climbed up the staircase and down the hallway in front of her bedroom. She twisted the knob and pushed open the door. I stepped in after her and placed her purse down on the dresser. She flopped down on the bed, shuffling under the covers, not even bothering to change out of the clothes she wore to the bar. I grinned down at her. She looked like an angel snuggled up in the sheets.

“Comfy?”

“Very.”

“Good. Call me if you need anything, Y/N,” I started to walk towards the door.

“Did you have a crush on me in high school?”

I paused.

“W-Where’d you get that from?” Nice job, genius, that doesn’t sound guilty at all.

“That’s what Derek said.” She was now sitting up in bed.

Okay, but how did he know that?

“How did this come up exactly?”

She explained how the team was trying to get her to tell them embarrassing stories about me as a kid (sidenote: not cool, guys) and my dear old friend Kyle came up. She said that Morgan brought up transference, where a person experiences something traumatic and associates their “hero” with safety and feelings of relief after being helped.

“He said one girl you helped in a case had feelings for you and the way you explained transference to Derek sounded like you were speaking from experience.”

Great. This is what I get for only having friends on the team. My best guy friend is also a profiler who can read me like a book. Awesome.

I let out a deep sigh and sat down in the chair next to her bed, “I was.”

“Speaking from experience?”

“Yeah. Because that’s where it all started for me. A pretty girl told off one of my bullies and showed me basic human decency--”

“Aw, Spence, you thought I was pretty?” She teased, eliciting a chuckle from me.

“Of course I did. Y/N, you were the head cheerleader that came to me for help with chemistry and tousled my hair and bought me McDonald’s whenever our study sessions ran late. To twelve-year-old Spencer you were this perfect, unattainable princess--”

“Princess?” She giggled and it was the most beautiful sound I’d ever heard, “I like that.”

“Yep.” I laughed with her, “A princess who lived in a beautiful castle with posters on the walls and sparkly beads on the curtains and Doctor Who playing on the TV and a mom that always invited me to stay for dinner and I’m rambling again but that’s perfectly fine with you because you actually cared about what I had to say, especially when I would talk about Shakespeare because A Midsummer Night’s Dream was your favorite assigned reading and--” I stopped myself before it slipped out.

I love you. I’ve said it a million times to her in a million different ways but I knew at that moment that if I said the actual words that I wouldn’t be able to take them back, not that I would ever want to, I just want her to be present when I told her the first time. If I said it now it would be the first time she’d hear it from me and she wouldn’t even remember it when she woke up.

“And what?” She still smiled at me so brightly that the dimly lit room was lit up by the gleam in her eyes.

I smiled back, “You’re my best friend.”

Her grin somehow grew wider, her eyes scrunching up, but the sparkle was still there, “You’re my best friend too.”

If I hadn’t already decided against it, I would have said it then. I would have repeated those words over and over again until the words lost all meaning, only they never would because they felt like they meant the world to me. But I wouldn’t let myself start. Instead, I just looked at her like she was the moon and stars and all the space in between and said, “Goodnight, Y/N.”

“Spence, wait,” she murmured, further burying herself in her covers.

“What now?” I whined, the smile still present on my face.

“I think you’re pretty too.”

It had never been harder for me to resist the urge to kiss her than in that moment. Every fiber of my being screamed to sit back down, lean over her pillow, take her face in my hands, and crash my lips to hers. And for a split second, I thought I would. I almost did. I almost gave myself everything I had ever wanted for sixteen years, four months, and eleven days, but I couldn’t.

“And I think you’re drunk.”

“Spencer Reid!” She squealed, “Just cuz I’m drunk does not mean that you aren’t pretty!”

“Oh really?”

“Yep! ‘Cuz guess what, genius?”

“What?”

“I think you’re pretty when I’m sober, too.”

If I didn’t know any better I’d say she was trying to drive me insane. And you know what?

It was working.

While I was lost in my thoughts, no doubt staring at her, she let out a tiny yawn and snuggled deeper into her pillow. A piece of hair fell in front of her eyes, hooded yet still shining. I brushed the hair out of her face and told her to get some rest.

“Good idea. I’m sleepy,” she dragged out the e and yawned again, “Goodnight, Pretty Boy.”

“Goodnight, princess.” I chuckled softly. My fingers still lingered just behind her ear, so I stroked her hair once more and pressed a small kiss to her forehead once I was sure she was asleep. Her cheeks twitched in a barely conscious smile, making me grateful for my eidetic memory again. I went to the kitchen and took a glass from the cabinet, filling it up in the sink and placing it on the nightstand with some aspirin.

I took a sheet of some stationery and scrawled out a note for her in the morning:

Make sure you stay hydrated. There’s more aspirin in your cabinet but wait a few hours to take it. Call me if you need anything. -S.R.

The Next Morning

(Reader’s POV)

The coffee machine made too much noise. Your head was pounding despite the fact you took an aspirin a few minutes ago. Now you played the waiting game, hoping it would kick in soon. When the pot was finally done, you poured yourself a cup, hoping it would help wake you up. You normally wouldn’t drink coffee this late, but you needed it. Just as you took your first sip, your mom came through the front door with Jamie in tow carrying his pajamas in a shopping bag. He said good morning to you and ran upstairs to his room.

“Did you just wake up?”

“Yes.”

“Y/N, it’s almost noon.” You could hear the judgment in her voice.

You took a sip of coffee, “It’s 11:05.”

“I take it you had fun at O’Keefe’s last night?”

“Yeah,” you grumbled, rubbing your eyes.

“How’d you get home?”

“Spence drove me.”

Her eyes widened, excited. She lowered her voice to ask, “Is he still here?”

“Mom!” You whisper-yelled.

“I was just checking!”

“No, he’s not, he dropped me off and went home.” You decided to leave out the whole “putting you to bed” part.

“How’s your hangover?”

“Better with aspirin.”

“Have you been drinking water?”

“A little,” you lied.

“No more coffee until you finish a glass.” She took your mug and dumped its contents down the drain.

“Wh—” You start, “Mom, I’m not a kid.”

“Just drink your damn water.”

“Jesus,” you groan, still making your way to the stairs and heading up to your room, where your water had been put on your nightstand the night before. Under the glass was a note that you didn’t notice when you first woke up. You recognized the chicken scratch handwriting immediately: Spencer.

“Make sure you stay hydrated. There’s more aspirin in your cabinet but wait a few hours to take it. Call me if you need anything. -S.R.”

You smiled as you read the words over and over. You put the note down and took a sip from the glass. You reached over to your phone on the nightstand and dialed his number. It rang twice before Spencer’s voice crackled over the speaker, “Hey, how’re you feeling?”

“Better, thank you.”

“Of course. Did you drink the water I gave you last night?”

“Some of it.”

“Good, did you eat?”

“No.”

“I’m going on my lunch break in a bit, wanna meet up?”

Your heart fluttered at the offer, a small grin tugging at your lips. You nodded, unable to find words enthusiastic enough to express how much you’d like that, before settling on “Yeah! Sounds good!”

“Perfect! There’s a new thai place downtown I’ve been meaning to check out, how about there?”

“Sure! I’ll meet you at Quantico?”

“See you then!”

“Bye,” you all but sighed into the receiver before snapping out of it. You always tried to keep that part of you beneath the surface, but it wasn’t as easy as it used to be. You didn’t remember much from last night, but you did remember calling him pretty boy and making him blush. You remember him tucking you in and calling you princess and brushing your hair out of your eyes. You remembered how your chest swelled with light as he pressed his lips to your forehead, and the soft chuckle he let out seeing you smile against your pillow.

You hopped in the shower and got dressed, fixing yourself just enough to pass for a functioning adult who did not get sloppy drunk in front of her best friend’s coworkers last night. You told your mom you were going out for lunch, and she happily agreed to babysit for a few hours while you were with Spencer.

“Have fun on your date!”

“Not a date!” You almost couldn’t tell who you were talking to, her or you.

You got to Quantico about a half-hour later and were met by Dave in the bullpen.

“Oh, look who’s joined the land of the living!”

“Oh, come on, I wasn’t that bad last night. I could have been Penelope.”

“That is true, bella, but it was still a Thursday,” Dave chuckled, “The kid’s in Aaron’s office, he’ll be out in a sec.”

“Thank you,” you said and walked over to Spencer’s desk, sitting down in his chair and making small talk with Emily while you waited. A few minutes later, you saw him walk out of the office, eyes immediately landing on you.

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comeback kid

pairing(s): f!reader & jennifer jareau (familial), f!reader & emily prentiss (familial), jennifer jareau x emily prentiss, the BAU team & f!reader (familial)

summary: reader is a young girl who escapes captivity at the hands of a very bad man with the BAU’s help. she meets emily and JJ. spencer, too, along with the others. somewhere along the way, she learns a little something about trust and healing.

word count: ~5,500

rating: mature

warnings: kidnapping, rape/non-con, canon-typical violence, non-graphic sexual & physical abuse to a child

notes: i definitely spent too much time on this bitch i’ve got FINALS tf??? anyways. in this ‘verse, jj never met will and therefore didn’t have henry or michael. and yes i’m aware the title is stupid but it’s kinda sticking with me so i might change it later. **PLEASE read the warnings dude i’m begging you the first half of this is pretty brutal before the healing starts*** (also on ao3)

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“I’m sorry there is so much pain in this story. I’m sorry it’s in fragments, like a body caught in crossfire or pulled apart by force. But there is nothing I can do to change it.

I’ve tried to put some of the good things in as well. Flowers, for instance, because where would we be without them?”

— Margaret Atwood

Your daddy dies on a Tuesday. The bad man forces him down onto his knees, shoots him in the chest with a real-life, actual gun. BANG. It’s so loud. Way louder than it is in the movies.

He turns to you next. Tells you to watch as he takes Momma’s clothes off, throws her onto the bed. He starts touching her like Daddy sometimes did, except she doesn’t smile and laugh like she does with Daddy. She screams and cries like it hurts, like the bad man is making it hurt. It goes on for a long time.

Eventually, he takes out a knife, puts it in Momma’s stomach. Once, twice, three times. She cries a little louder, starts to breathe a little funny. Soon enough, she goes completely quiet.

Then the bad man turns to you with a big, toothy smile. You don’t like to think about what happens after that.

— —

Time passes, and the bad man gets a name—Sir. You think it’s sorta a funny name (not truly a name at all, really), but you don’t ask him about it. He gives you a name, too—Princess. You don’t ask about that either. Your questions only ever seem to make him mad, and he gets really mean when he’s mad.

Sir gives you a bedroom down in the basement of his house. He tells you it’s your home now, but it doesn’t feel warm and safe like home should.

You get used to it, though. Eventually.

— —

You start to grow. It’s slow, at first, but once it starts it doesn’t stop, and you have no idea how to feel about it.

Your chest starts to get a little bigger. It isn’t flat like Sir’s anymore, and that makes you worry about what he’ll think. Instead of getting mad, though, he actually seems to approve. You don’t know why or what it means, but it’s a relief all the same.

One morning, you wake up with a tummy ache and blood staining the bedsheets between your legs. You kind of freak out about it, but Sir just smiles and says that it’s a good thing, that it means you’re a woman now. That same night, he spreads your legs and takes out his thing. It hurts when he forces it inside you, but you know better than to fight. He says it’s called “making love,” that it’s what two people do when they really care about each other.

You wonder why it’s called “making love” if it hurts so much, but you don’t ask him that.

After that night, Sir starts letting you stay in his room. You were never allowed before. At nighttime he puts his thing inside you and makes love, but you don’t mind. His bedsheets are so much softer than yours, and his pillows are so fluffy. You sleep a lot better most nights, even if your private parts feel ache-y and sore more often than not.

Sir isn’t angry with you as often as he used to be, but he’s still super strict and punishes you for almost everything. He says it has to be done, that you’ve gotta learn your place. He says it hurts him just as much as it hurts you to do it. You don’t know if you believe him. His thing always grows in his pants when he hits you, which you’ve learned to mean that he’s excited. Sometimes he’ll stop in the middle of punishing you to drag you upstairs and make love.

It’s okay, though. You’re kind of used to it now.

— —

More time passes, and you get a sister.

She’s smaller than you are, and when you ask her if she’s bled yet, she just looks back up at you all confused.

Sir says her name is Sissy. Sissy frowns and says, “No, my name is Bella.” Sir slaps Sissy until she screams and cries and her nose starts bleeding. By the end of it, she’s calling herself Sissy, too.

Eventually, Sissy’s body starts to go through changes, too, just like yours did. Her chest gets a little bigger. One day she falls to her knees, whimpering and clutching her tummy, and when you check her panties, they’re red with blood.

Sir starts making love to her, too. Sometimes he invites his friends over. They make love with you and Sissy, too.

Other times, he makes you and Sissy kiss on the mouth and touch each other’s private parts. You don’t understand why, ‘cause you thought sisters weren’t supposed to do things like that, but you know better than to question it.

You actually like having a sister, you find. She’s warm and soft and you get to hold each other when things are bad. Since Sissy is old enough to do grown-up things now, Sir gives you and Sissy your own room and a bed to share.

He still makes love to you most nights, and forces the two of you to play grown-up games together in his bed. But you try your best to be good, and teach Sissy how to be good, too. Sometimes, the two of you can manage to go hours on end without making him upset.

When he hugs the two of you against his bare chest late at night, squeezing you tight and saying how much he loves his two beautiful little girls, it doesn’t make your skin crawl like it used to. It actually doesn’t bother you at all.

— —

The angry-looking people with guns and vests come barging in late at night when you and Sissy are with Sir in his bed playing grown-up games. Sir grabs a knife, stabs it right into Sissy’s tummy. You’ve never heard her scream so loud.

The pretty man with dark, chocolate-y skin barges into the room, yanks Sir off the bed and pins him down on the floor. Sissy is whimpering and bleeding from her gut, Sir is thrashing and yelling on the floor. A handsome man with dark curly hair yanks you off the bed, drags you outside. You keep hitting your fists against his big, burly chest; wriggling and flailing in his strong arms; begging him to take you back in and get Sissy, too. He doesn’t.

The next bit is kind of a blur.

Someone drapes a coat around your shoulders. A lady with a buzzcut sits you up on the back of the ambulance and dabs wet cotton balls all over the cuts on your face. It stings.

She says you’re gonna be okay, so long as you go to a hospital later.

They take you back to the police station. You’ve never been in one of those before.

Sissy’s blood is drying on your hands when the big, burly man with brown eyes leads you into a room right next to the captain’s office. It’s got a table and cushion-y chairs. He leaves you there with a tight smile and an apology, but not before telling you that there’ll be someone in to talk to you soon.

You’re wearing a big blue jacket that says FBI on the back, a pair of panties and nothing else. It’s a little cold, but otherwise you don’t mind.

You clamber up onto one of the chairs, tuck your bruised knees against your chest.

You don’t have to wait for very long until someone opens the door and comes inside. She’s really pretty—tall and thin with long golden hair and big blue eyes. You think she kind of looks like a Disney princess.

“Hi, there,” she says. You watch her carefully as she takes a seat at the table right across from you. “My name is Jennifer, but you can call me JJ.”

“Are you a police officer?” you ask.

“No, I’m with the FBI.” Her voice is soft and gentle, like silk.

“Isn’t that the same thing?”

She chuckles, like you’ve said something funny. “Kind of.”

You nod, staring down at the tabletop. “Cool.”

“Can you tell me your name, sweetie?”

“Princess.”

“‘Princess,’” she repeats, eyebrows raised. “That’s a cute name.”

You look up. You can’t figure out if she really means that. “Thanks. Sir gave it to me.”

“Ah.” JJ’s eyebrows creep a little higher. “And do you like being called ‘Princess’?”

You frown. “I guess so.” You don’t really understand what she’s asking. “It’s my name.”

“Okay.” JJ nods. “And how old are you, Princess?”

“I… I don’t know,” you admit.

“That’s alright,” JJ says. “Now, can you tell me how you and ‘Sir’ met?”

You start fidgeting with your hands, concern for Sissy still fresh on your mind. “Is Sissy okay?”

JJ looks confused. “‘Sissy’?”

“My sister,” you tell her. “Is she okay? She was bleeding.”

JJ pauses, a wrinkle forming between her brows. You get a sinking feeling in your gut. “Princess, your sister was hurt very badly,” she explains, looking at you with sad eyes. “The doctors said there was nothing they could do. I’m so, so sorry.”

Your eyes start to burn like they do when you’re about to start crying. “She’s… She’s dead?”

JJ nods slowly. The sad expression doesn’t leave her face. “Yes, Princess. Again, I’m… so, so sorry.”

Your body feels numb. There’s a humming in your ears you can’t quite place. Your sight grows hazy around the edges.

“Princess?” JJ’s voice sounds far-away, distant.

A hot tear traces down your cheek. It helps to anchor you in the moment, sort of. “Sir is a bad man, isn’t he?”

“Yes,” JJ says after a moment. “Yes, he is.”

You tuck your knees a little tighter to your chest. Your bad arm aches, but you ignore it. “I don’t wanna be called ‘Princess’ anymore,” you whisper.

“Alright. What would you like to be called instead?”

You sniffle as another warm tear traces your cheek. “I… I don’t know.”

“Okay. That’s okay. You don’t have to figure it out right now.”

“You’re really nice, Miss JJ.”

“Just ‘JJ’ is fine.” She takes out a notepad and pen, sets it in front of her on the table. “Now, can you tell me how you and ‘Sir’ met?”

You nod. You still feel numb. “He came into my house one night. He was scary.”

“He hurt your parents, didn’t he?”

You gulp down a whimper. “Y-Yea. He had a gun and a knife.”

“What did he do with them?”

“Shot Daddy right here.” You shift in your seat, pointing at your chest with your good arm—right around where you think your heart should be. “Put Mommy on the bed, and… made love.”

JJ frowns. “‘Made love’?”

You nod, looking at her curiously. Weren’t grown-ups supposed to know all about making love? “Yea. The thing that grown-ups do with each other.”

JJ just stares.

“You know, when they take off their clothes and touch each other’s private parts.”

Something in JJ’s eyes shifts. “Honey… ” she begins. She sounds like she’s choosing her words carefully. “Did Sir teach you about that?”

You nod again. “Yea, he showed me how once I became a woman.”

JJ’s eyes widen. “Once you ‘became a woman’?”

Why does she keep repeating everything I’m saying? “When I started bleeding down… there.”

“Your period?”

Huh? “What’s that?”

“It’s something that happens every month to girls like you and me.”

You lean forward a little bit in your seat, peering intently at her over your knees. “It happens to you, too?”

JJ’s lips curve into a little smile, like she’s amused by your question. Her eyes still look kinda sad, though. “Yes, sweetie, they happen to me, too. I have one every month.”

“A period.” It sounds kinda funny coming off your tongue. “Do you get tummy aches when they happen, too?”

“Sometimes. I take painkillers for the first couple days so that it doesn’t hurt as much.”

“Why… Why doesn’t it happen to boys?”

“Because girl parts and boy parts are different.”

You nod. That makes sense. After all, whenever Sir pulled out his thing, it was so strange-looking. It didn’t look anything like what you had between your legs.

“Boy parts are weird,” you say eventually, wrinkling your nose.

JJ laughs. She has a pretty laugh. “Yes, they certainly are.”

— —

JJ leaves eventually, says she’ll bring you food when she comes back. Your stomach growls. You don’t know how you can be hungry at a time like this, but somehow, you are.

Another woman takes JJ’s place.

She’s beautiful, too, in a different way. Black hair, bangs, dark eyes. Her smile is white and dazzling. She’s tall and thin like JJ, but the sweater she’s wearing looks soft while JJ’s shirt was crisp and business-y.

“Hi, there,” she says as she takes JJ’s seat across from you. She places a brown folder on the table in front of her. “I’m Emily.”

“Are you FBI? Like Miss JJ?” When you mention JJ’s name, her smile seems to get wider. You wonder if you’re just imagining things.

“Yes, in fact, I am,” she replies.

“Are you gonna put me in jail?”

Emily raises one eyebrow. “No, honey, I’m not going to put you in jail.”

“What about Sir?”

Emily sighs. “He’s in another room right now. One of our agents is talking to him.”

“He’s gonna go to jail, isn’t he?”

Emily nods. “Yes. For a very long time.” Straightforward and honest. You like that about her, you decide. “What’s your name, sweetheart?”

You frown, hesitating. “Sir called me ‘Princess.’”

“So, should I call you that as well?”

Instantly, you shake your head. “No, thank you.”

“What about the name you had before Sir took you?”

“I… I can’t remember.”

“That’s okay.” Emily opens the file, flips it around and slides it across the table over to you. “One of our people, Garcia, found you.”

Hesitantly, you reach out to trace the paper on top. There’s a smaller picture paper-clipped to the front of it. It’s… It’s you. “Name: Y/N Y/L/N,” you read off the page. “That’s… That’s me?”

“Yes, honey,” Emily agrees. Her voice is soft like JJ’s, but different. Deeper. You like it, you decide. “That’s you.”

Your head spins. You look up at her, searching her pale features for an answer. “Miss Emily, h-how old am I?”

“You’re 14.”

“And my parents… They’re gone, aren’t they?”

Emily nods. There’s sadness in her eyes, too. It’s different from JJ’s, but not by much. “I’m afraid they are.”

You bite your lower lip nervously. You really don’t want to think about that right now. “Are you and Miss JJ… friends?”

Emily’s lips twitch. “You could say that.”

“What does that mean?”

“We live together.”

“Oh. That’s cool,” you say, tapping your knees. They’re a mottled combination of purple and black and blue. “Miss JJ is really pretty.”

Emily smiles. “Yes, she certainly is.”

“You smile when you talk about Miss JJ,” you observe, watching Emily carefully. You can’t quite figure her out. “You don’t seem like a very smile-y person.”

Emily looks a little taken aback at your remark, but she recovers quickly. “Well, JJ and I are very close.”

You hum, resting your chin on your knees and giving her your full attention. “Sir says I’m a woman now. Is that true?”

Emily huffs out a laugh. “No, sweetie, not quite. You’re a teenager.”

You tilt your head curiously. “But I did the period.”

“What’s that now?”

“The period. Miss JJ says that that’s what it’s called when you bleed from... down there.”

“Oh, I see what you mean now,” Emily says. “But you don’t ‘do’ periods. You have them.”

“Oh. Okay.”

“And, either way, having a period doesn’t automatically make you a woman, Y/N.”

You squint over at her. Now you’re even more confused. “It doesn’t?”

“Nope. I had my first period when I was around 12 years old, but I didn’t grow up until much, much later.”

You nod at that, like you understand. (You don’t really.) “How much later?”

“According to the law, everyone’s an adult at 18. But honestly, I don’t think I really became a grown-up until I was 25, at least.”

“Woah,” you murmur. “That’s a lot of years.”

Emily chuckles again. You find that you’re beginning to like the sound of it. “I used to think that, too.”

It’s quiet for a little bit. “Miss Emily?” you ask eventually. “Why am I still here?”

“We’re not quite finished with Sir yet,” she tells you.

“But you caught him.”

“That’s true,” Emily agrees. “But we need him to tell us where to find some other people, too.”

“Why? Did Sir do something to them?”

“Yes. He did.”

“Sir gets angry sometimes,” you say. You don’t quite know what point you’re trying to make, but you feel like you should say it all the same. “He loses control.”

“Everyone gets angry sometimes. Everyone loses control.” Emily leans back in her seat. Her eyes don’t leave you. “That still doesn’t make it okay to hurt people.”

You agree with Emily on that, you think. Even if Sir doesn’t. “Miss Emily?”

“You can just call me ‘Emily.’”

“Emily,” you correct yourself. It feels wrong coming off your tongue. You don’t think you’ll be doing that again any time soon. “You know about making love, right? The thing that grown-ups do in bed?”

Emily opens her mouth but nothing comes out, like she doesn’t quite know what to say. You think she looks kind of silly like that. After a long moment, she says, “I… Well, yes, I suppose I do.”

“Why does it hurt so much? Sir says… that it’s supposed to hurt when you make love. He says that sometimes we have to hurt the people we care about. Is that true?”

Emily’s face falls. All of a sudden, her eyes are sad again, and the way she’s looking at you… like she’s sad for you.

When she finally answers, her voice is small—smaller than you’ve heard it be since she came in and started talking to you. “He’s wrong, Y/N,” she says.

“But then why is his thing so big?” you ask, completely bewildered. “How could anyone ever fit it in without getting hurt?”

If anything, Emily’s face gets even sadder at that. “He’s a grown-up. He’s much bigger than you are.”

“But I can do grown-up things. I had a period,” you point out.

“Sweetie, that’s not how it works.” Emily’s hands clasp tightly together on the tabletop until her knuckles turn white. “You’re still a kid. You shouldn’t be doing things like that with grown-ups, and it isn’t fair that he forced you to.”

You frown. That doesn’t sound totally right, but you don’t know enough to say one way or the other. “Do I belong to him now? ‘Cause we did grown-up things together?” you ask. As soon as the words leave your lips, you realize how badly you’ve been wanting to know the answer.

You can see Emily’s jaw get tight. “Is that what he told you?”

“Yea,” you admit. Your tummy churns as you watch Emily’s clenched hands start to shake. “Um… Are you angry with me, Miss Emily?”

Emily blinks, looking down at her hands and then back to you. “No, honey. No, of course not.” She takes her hands back, puts them in her lap. “I’m sorry. I’m angry with him for doing these things to you.”

“Oh.” Your frown deepens at the defeated look on Emily’s face. “It’s okay,” you assure her. You don’t want her to be sad. “It wasn’t too bad. I learned what he liked pretty quick, and that made it easier.”

Emily begins to look a little sick.

“Miss Emily, are you alright?” you ask.

Emily clears her throat. The green complexion fades, but she still looks wary. “Yes, sweetie, I’m fine.”

She’s lying. You don’t know why, but she is. Still, you won’t ask about it. You’re smarter than that. “Is Miss JJ coming back soon?”

Emily glances down at her watch. She wears it on the inside of her wrist, you remember. “Yeah, I think—”

A sudden knock at the door interrupts Emily mid-sentence, making you flinch.

“Ah.” Emily’s eyes shift to look at something over your shoulder. She smiles. “Ask and ye shall receive.”

You chance a look behind you.

There Miss JJ is, holding a brown paper bag and a Sprite. When you meet her eye, she gives you a warm smile and a wink. You immediately turn back around, your cheeks feeling hot.

“I didn’t know what you liked, so I got a handful of things for you to choose from,” JJ explains. She drops the paper bag and soda right next to the open file in front of you, then circles around to the other side of the table. It smells like grease and fast food and ketchup. Your tummy rumbles again. “There’s a cheeseburger, some chicken nuggets, and a grilled chicken sandwich. I got you some fries, too.”

JJ gently touches Emily’s shoulder, and the two of them share some sort of silent communication. Then she sits down, too.

“Thank you, Miss JJ,” you murmur. You don’t make a move to touch the food.

“You’re welcome, honey.”

The room goes quiet. You steal glances at the food, then over at JJ and Emily. They’re watching you with identical frowns. Occasionally, they turn to exchange concerned looks with each other. In the meantime, you continue your staring match with the purple skin of your kneecaps.

“Not hungry?” Emily asks after a little while.

You glance up at her. “Is this a test?”

JJ and Emily exchange another look. “‘A test’?” JJ repeats. Her voice is just as soft and silky as you remember it. “What do you mean by that, honey?”

If it is a test, it’s already way more elaborate than anything Sir ever did. Still, you can’t help falling back on old habits.

“Food is earned, not given,” you recite. The words come out easy—like second nature. At this point, they kind of are.

It’s quiet again, until—

“Y/N… Did Sir tell you that?” Emily’s dark eyes on you are steady, like if she looks at you for long enough, she’ll figure out all your secrets. You pray that that isn’t true.

Reluctantly, you nod. You look back and forth between them, searching. “What do you want for this?”

“Nothing,” Emily says simply.

You just raise your eyebrows. You’ve played this game before. “A favor, then?”

Emily shakes her head. “No favors necessary.”

“I brought you food because you’re hungry and you need to eat,” JJ adds. She’s looking at you with a pained expression. “That’s all.”

Slowly, you reach for the Sprite. You don’t take your eyes off JJ and Emily. The can is cold and wet, dripping down the sides.

“Oh!” Emily abruptly stands, leaning forward over the table and reaching out. “Here, I’ll open it for y—”

She stops herself short when she sees you flinch.

“Y/N, hey,” she prompts. She raises both her hands, palms facing you. “I’m sorry; I should have asked first.” She nods down toward the soda can. “Would it be alright if I opened that Sprite for you?”

Your heartbeat hammers in your chest. Slowly, you reach around your knees to slide the can forward a couple inches. Your eyes don’t leave Emily’s face.

“Okay, I’m gonna open it for you now,” she tells you. Her hands fall to the soda can, and she does just that. Chk-chk! Her nails are all ragged and torn, you note. One of them has dried blood around it. It looks painful. The soda hisses as she slides it back over to you.

You don’t relax until she retreats back into her seat.

“Thank you, Miss Emily.” You take the soda can into your hands, down a little sip. It’s fizzy and strange and way too sweet. You like it.

“No problem, hon.”

— —

After endless tests, and doctors poking you, and a whole bunch of confusing questions, you’re finally left alone. Well, mostly.

It’s just you, a hospital bed, and a thin pale man who says his name is Spencer. He’s FBI, too, evidently. He doesn’t look like he’d be FBI, but the gun on his hip says otherwise.

He’s got big brown eyes, short brown hair, and he won’t stop fidgeting with his hands. He seems nervous. It’s making you nervous.

Eventually, you can’t take it any longer. “Mister Spencer?” you ask.

Immediately, his eyes shift to you. “Yes?” He leans forward in his seat, rests his elbows on his knees.

“They said I have to have surgery.”

He nods. “You’ve had some broken bones that didn’t heal correctly,” he explains patiently. His voice is soft, so soft it’s almost a whisper. “Most of them won’t require surgery, but from what I understand, the one in your left forearm is still hurting.”

Instinctively, you cradle your bad arm to your chest. “It’s not so bad.”

“That may be true, but the doctors here can fix it. They’re very good at what they do. And once you heal from the surgery, it won’t ever hurt like that again.”

A song plays in your head—one of Sir’s favorite songs. He’d play it all the time. “Ain’t nothin’ in this world for free,” you murmur.

“Sorry?”

“Nothing in this world is free,” you say. “They can’t just take the pain away, Mister Spencer. Not unless the price is really, really high.”

“The price has been taken care of.”

“By who?” Owing someone is dangerous. You know that.

Spencer hesitates. “Well—”

“By me.” A familiar voice makes you whirl your head around. You really don’t like surprises.

Emily’s standing there in the doorway. She looks at you with an expression you can’t quite figure out.

“Miss Emily, I—I can’t pay you back—”

“You don’t have to.” She pushes off of the doorframe, comes in and sits in an empty chair next to Spencer. “I just want you to get better, sweetie.”

You eye her suspiciously up and down. “That’s all?”

“That’s all.”

“I don’t believe you,” you whisper out eventually.

You don’t expect her to hear you, much less answer, so it’s a surprise when she does.

“I know,” she says.

— —

The next couple days are a blur. You get the surgery, though you don’t really remember it. All you know is you wake up with the room spinning and your bad arm feeling numb. There’s a bandage on it, and white gauze wrapped from your wrist all the way up to your elbow.

The doctors smile and tell you that things went well, that you’re gonna be okay. Their smiles are too big and the room is too bright and you really don’t want to be there anymore.

Someone carries you out of the hospital to a big, black car. They smell like cinnamon, and their shirt is really soft. Their long black hair tickles your nose. Emily.

She stays with you in the backseat when the car starts to move.

There’s a woman with golden hair driving the car. You think you might know her. JJ, a distant voice in your head supplies.

Things go black for a while after that.

When you wake up, it’s bleary. You’re warm and comfy, which strikes you as unusual. The bed you’re on feels like a cloud. It’s a million times softer and more cloud-like than Sir’s bed ever was. That’s unusual, too.

Turns out, it’s a guest room in an apartment that’s too fancy to be called an apartment. A “loft.”

There’s a black cat with green eyes that jumps up on the bed and starts nuzzling you as soon as you’re up. Its fur is really, really soft. You like the way it purrs when you scratch it behind the ears.

Turns out, the “it” is a “he.” His name is Sergio, and he belongs to Emily and JJ.

This is their loft, where they’ve offered to let you stay for the foreseeable future.

You have no idea what their angle is, and that terrifies you. But they’re warm and they smell nice and they let you order takeout from wherever you want for dinner. They’re gentle and they smile a lot and as far as you can tell, they don’t come into your room to touch you at night.

Still, there’s only one way to be sure. One day, you sneak a strip of Scotch tape from Emily’s desk before dinner. That same night, you stick it horizontally on the inside of the door—from the metal frame across to the wood of the door itself.

This way, it won’t come undone unless someone opens the door. And if they do, it’ll be impossible to stick the tape back exactly how it was unless you’re on the inside. You’re not sure where you learned that, ‘cause it definitely wasn’t from Sir, but you figure it doesn’t really matter either way. What matters is that it’s smart, and it works.

Three nights go by. The tape doesn’t move.

Three nights becomes a week. You keep sneaking bits of Scotch tape to replace the old ones when they start to lose their stick.

The tape still doesn’t move.

JJ and Emily are still as kind as ever. They still give you food, change your bandages, let you watch as much TV as you want. They don’t make you play grown-up games. They don’t yell at you. They don’t hit you, either.

It’s new, and confusing, and strange.

You think that maybe you could use a little of that.

— —

A geriatric, balding judge with bifocals and a lisp signs the adoption papers on a Tuesday afternoon. And just like that, Emily Prentiss and Jennifer Jareau are finally declared the official legal guardians of Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N.

You’re sixteen, now, after a quiet but memorable birthday spent at home with your moms three weeks prior.

Thanks to Uncle Spencer’s influence, you’re reading books like a fiend and doing weekly crossword puzzles with him on Sunday mornings. Social media remains something of a mystery to you, still. Hell, even Mama Emily’s better at it than you are. Auntie Penelope says it’s better that way ‘cause “the Internet is a beautiful but terrible place, my sweet sugarplum,” but at the very least, you think you should get a Facebook before you graduate.

Plus, Uncle Kevin says he’ll teach you some hacker tricks on the sly so long as you don’t tell Auntie Pen. You’re really, really looking forward to that.

Uncle Hotch goes on weekly runs with you around the park. You pretty much spend the whole time teasing him for being so old and having to stretch so much before the two of you can actually get going, but he still very nearly beats you every time.

Uncle Rossi spoils you with gifts and home-made Italian recipes. Sometimes, he’ll come over just to cook you dinner.

Uncle Morgan’s teaching you how to pick up girls. Ever since you told him about that cute girl Emiko in your Spanish class, he’s been drilling you with lessons on “how to woo a lady.” You groan and blush and act like it’s the worst thing that ever happened to you, but secretly, you don’t really mind it. At all. Sometimes, you even take his advice. (Though admittedly, that’s rather rare.)

Luke, Matt, Tara, Alex and Stephen are all new, but your moms seem to trust them, and that’s good enough for you. Plus, Luke lets you play with his dog Roxy sometimes, so he’s already pretty cool in your book.

Friday nights are special. They’re the nights you always, always spend at home with your moms. You play board games, watch movies, binge trashy Netflix shows. Currently, you’re 11 seasons into Grey’s Anatomy.

Most of the time, you pass out snuggled between them on the couch. They shake you gently when it’s time to go to bed, and you trudge back to your room in a zombie-like trance. You don’t stick tape anywhere. You don’t even close the door. You just fall face-first into bed and drift off to sleep.

In the mornings, you always wake up all tucked in with a smudge of JJ’s strawberry-scented lip gloss drying on your forehead.

And… you’re happy. Happier than you’ve ever been.

‘Course, you still get sad sometimes. You still think about Sir and miss him even when you know you shouldn’t. You still visit Sissy every year, lay pretty pink flowers at the foot of her grave. (Sissy always loved pink.) But, things are different—you’re not alone. Your moms are always, always, always at your side.

You think Sissy would’ve liked them. Loved them, in fact.

After all, you certainly do.

— —

end notes: the song is “ain’t no rest for the wicked” by cage the elephant and uhhhh that’s it? i think? i Love using fanfic as a means of self-projection <3

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Jinxed

A/n- this is the first time I’ve ever posted anything I’ve written! I finally worked up the courage!🤭 this is edited but not heavily just started writing once the idea popped into my head. also my other blog is April-14-blog where I do reposts. And sorry if the format is weird.

I think this is gender neutral but correct me if I’m wrong.

Warnings- pretty graphic (gunshot wounds, a really disturbing unsub, rape is mentioned) and some swearing. Fluff and angst. That’s all I can think of but let me know if I should add some more. Also the case is made up by me so the profiling bits are complete BS.

Masterlist

The team just bordered the jet onto our next case in Seattle. I was looking forward to the rainy weather it always made me feel cozy, which would probably help drive away the pit in my stomach that this case was already causing.

We see gruesome things every day, I had been working with the team since the aftermath of the Adrain bale case which caused the Bureau to lose six agents. It’s been 7 years now and I had never felt this way about a case before, the sense of disgust and dread infected my whole body.

I snapped out of my thoughts when Spencer came to quietly sit next to me on the couch, our normal routine cemented at this point. He paused opening the case files for review and looked at me curiously.

“Are you ok?” He barely whispers. He knows I almost never open up to anyone, himself included even though he was my best friend.

I turned my head abruptly away from him not wanting to make eye contact. Not wanting to admit that the guy who was eviscerating mothers and daughters was making bile rise up in my throat, making my heart sink into the floor, and sweating in anticipation of opening the case files again.

“I’m fine Spencie” I whispered back with a smile that definitely did not reach my eyes, using my cute nickname for him to hopefully quell any of the worry inside him. Still despite my efforts I could see he was not convinced.

“Ok Ace, just let me know. This case is getting to everyone already as well” He said smiling meekly and shooting back his own quirky nickname for me that I had achieved after I beat him in poker.

I shakily nodded at him opening the file with clammy hands, preparing myself for the team discussion.

Hotch finally boarded the plane and got right down to a heated discussion on this vile unsub’s violent hatred for women.

“Ok this is what I don’t get why does he take both mothers and daughters together? It’s an odd combination- he’s not a family annihilator otherwise he’d target whole families. He misses the dads, sons, and younger daughters” Derek chimes in quickly.

“Maybe it’s based off of some specific fantasy? Like his mother and sister or his wife and daughter? It’s more like a specific hatred towards a certain type of women and not just women in general” prentiss commented somberly , though I was part way listening. Reid then started rambling off statistics about female abusers and retaliation but it soared right over my head as my face paled looking at the crime scene photos.

They say Jack the Ripper was gruesome but this was on another playing field. After cutting the women up as precisely as possible to keep them alive he made the daughter shoot the mother (evidence from the gunshot residue on each set of daughters hands). Then he proceeded to rape the daughter repeatedly then shoot her as well, dumping them in the trash afterwards as a final insult to women’s bodies. The photo of the last set of 2 stared at me mockingly the daughters cold dead eyes and her entrails pierced into my very soul. I stood up abruptly shaking with a sheen of sweat over my forehead.

“Bella you ok?” Rossi asked in his concerned father tone. The whole team looked at me in concern ready to catch me if I suddenly fainted. I instead ran off as fast as I could in my heels to the airport bathroom ignoring the teams calls to me.

I emptied my guts into the toilet and suddenly started sobbing, I couldn’t banish the photos from my mind. The pictures of the 8 women dead never to see the light of day again.

I cleaned myself up but still didn’t leave the bathroom, planning on sitting out the rest of the 6 hour flight huddled in the corner.

I could hear the soft rap of Spencer’s fist on the door and even though he was the only one I’d ever consider talking to about this I ignored him instead bottling up my feelings like I’m used to.

At some point they decided to leave me alone until the plane landed, and as soon as it touched the ground I bolted out of their to avoid the questioning gazes. I found the nearest bureau SUV and shoved myself inside.

Luckily Spencer and jj were the ones to join me in the car, the ones who won’t push me to divulge why I was so affected by this case. It wasn’t some personal thing, just the brutality broke my mind into a bunch of little pieces.

Hotch thankfully let me stay with Spencer to do the geographical profile which gladly let me avoid the cork boards filled with photos as I stared at a map trying to pretend like I knew what I was doing.

The day dragged on slowly trying to pin the assailant down and thankfully tomorrow morning we were going to see a probable suspect. The team had all sat at the generous conference table at the Seattle field office as rain poured down while we ate some Chinese food. They mostly respected that I didn’t want to talk besides Derek who quickly learned his lesson when I chewed him out. I just wanted to talk about stupid shit with them not about the maniac with a knife and gun.

Somehow it became a competition of who had the most battle scars, Derek and Prentiss being the winners. I said nothing and only chuckled as they tried to count the amount of stitches in their head that they had gotten.

“What about you Y/N? You haven’t mentioned any of yours?” Prentiss chimed in teasingly trying to get me to join in as Hotch rolled his eyes not indulging in this dick measuring contest.

“Well I’ve never gotten stitches on a case or been shot not even in the vest to be honest. The worst I’ve gotten is a pistol whip which resulted in a bad concussion and like one broken rib” I quickly said.

“Oh you lucky duck, you must have a guardian angel” Derek slyly commented back. I shrugged my shoulders and quietly went back to picking at my food still feeling the eyes of the dead corpses on me.

As we headed back to our hotel for the night I started to feel the dread well back up again. We were probably going to apprehend this guy tomorrow, and even if this guy made me anxious without knowing him I was determined to be the one to cuff the sick fuck.

I felt a hand on my shoulder as I bounced down the hallway to my hotel room. I knew those hands, the long delicate fingers of Dr. Reid. I grabbed onto his soft palms and squeezed tightly, his calming presence always seemed to make me feel better. He finally spoke up softly almost inaudible.

“You don’t have to talk about what’s going on, I just want to be there for you.”

I nodded shyly and led him back to my hotel room. I sat on the bed with him and engulfed him in a hug needing to be close with someone. We sat there for what seemed like hours the clock seemingly stopped as time stood still.

I laid back, sighing as he spooned me, I always love spencer cuddles they made me feel so much warmer and happier even when it seems impossible. He slowly leaned forward and pressed a kiss into my hair, his comfort blurring the lines on what our relationship actually was. He then pressed a kiss on my shoulder but quickly pulled away as tensed up.

“No it’s ok I liked it you make me feel safe”

I said firmly, I then sighed feeling ready to open up to someone no matter how difficult it was for me.

“ it’s the eyes Spence, I can’t get them out of my head. I felt like I failed them and I didn’t even know them.” I started to sob quietly as Spencer pressed kisses into my collar bone and neck trying to get me to calm down.

“ I understand, I get the same way about some cases as well. Like every time I close my eyes they’re mocking me.” He commented softly into my ear, I sighed in relief, he understood my feelings. I reached up and stroked his cheek feeling the supple tan skin beneath my small fingers. He pressed another kiss, this time to my palm and my breath hitched. I never wanted him to stop kissing me everywhere, he made me feel safe a deep love one could only gain from years of trust. He looked at me with glossy eyes he had started crying as well at some point, I wiped away a tear from his eye and made a bold decision to pull his lips closer to mine.

I could tell he was shocked , I delicately placed my lips on his. I pulled back fearing he would grow uncomfortable, but he softly pushed his lips onto mine again slipping his tongue lightly. I didn’t fight the intrusion as it made me feel more enveloped and safe in his arms. We pulled away from each other though our lips were still so close that our hot breath was mingling with each others

“I-I don’t know what to-I say” he stuttered out softly palming my cheek.

“We can talk later about it right now I just want you to hold me and stay the night. Hopefully you’ll keep the nightmares away.” He nodded softly and returned to spooning me as I drifted off into sleep his presence making my dreams just a little better.

In the morning we both woke up softly next to one another, Spencer surprisingly kissed me one last time before quietly sneaking out of my room not wanting to hear the relentless teasing of our coworkers. I felt so much better about the case after the comfort from Spencer last night, I just wanted to catch the son of a bitch and make out with Spencer for the rest of my life.

I walked into the conference room this morning with an air of calm. the whole team could tell that something had changed my mood but they didn’t know what so they kept their mouths shut.

Hotch pulled me aside right as everyone left to find the suspect getting their Kevlar vests on just in case it went south.

“Will you be ok?” He questioned in his dad voice mirroring Rossi’s in a perfect rendition.

“I will be if you promise one thing.”

“What?” He asked curiously

“I get to take down the fucker and cuff him” Hotch nodded at my words understanding that something about this case affected me and that this would offer some comfort.

We all pulled up to the dingy warehouse that the suspect owned as it just started to pour again. The roof was so damaged that it seeped through in every room that we cleared. I rounded a corner with jj right next to me, we were down in the basement and the way my hair was standing on end I knew we were close.

We both suddenly heard a scream mixed with a sob of a women and bounded down faster to the source of the noise. I held my gun steady as I braced myself for the sight.

There was a girl around 16 holding a gun shakily in her hands as a tall brute of a man stood behind her with a glock at her temple. The mom was bleeding out cuts on every visible appendage, she looked as if she was about to pass out.

“Keith Portland, drop the weapon” I menacingly growled out as I approached him. Jj made her way over to the mom as I put myself between her and the guns.

“I guess you found me, took you guys long enough. I had to get more brutal so you would notice me.” My weapon faltered in my hands as the photos flashed before my eyes again, on top of this bastard mutilating women he was also an attention whore as well.

“Jj get her out of here!” I shouted as she got the women who was in critical condition untied. The man growled as I took away the object of his rage away from him.

“At least I still have the girl” he smirked out. I glanced towards the shaking teen trying to inspire confidence in my gaze towards her I would get her out of there.

“Drop the weapon or I’ll shoot you”

“Do you really think your quick enough to shoot me before the bullet gets lodged in her brain?” He mocked at me, Derek and Spencer suddenly creeped behind him being sent down by jj.

“No but three of us can take you down faster” Spencer boldly proclaimed

He tightened his grip on the girl trying to regain power. “I won’t go down without a fight!” He shouted almost choking her out, I could see his finger move towards the trigger and I prepared to fire. I wasn’t expecting him to pull the gun away from the girl’s temple as he fired off two rounds towards me.

“No!!” Spencer and Derek screamed as they both shot at the disgusting man known as Keith Portland.

At first I was confused why they were yelling I thought the bullets had missed me, but I suddenly felt a pain in my thigh and shoulder as I fell to the ground along with the unsub.

I slowly started to panic as blood started to pool into my mouth, I must’ve punctured a lung. I felt someone lift up my body into a lap.

“MORGAN-give me something to make a tourniquet with she has a punctured fem-femoral artery-y” Spencer quickly stuttered and shouted at Morgan. Derek shucked his jacked off and gave it to Spencer as they both put pressure on the wounds.

“We have an agent down, repeat we have an agent down I need medics in here right now!” Derek barked into the comms.

I wasn’t really sure what was going on- I couldn’t see anything everything was a blur. All I could focus was on the endless blood that seemed to be flowing out of my mouth and the intense pain that was ripping though me.

I screamed as Spencer tied the tourniquet around my thigh and he came up to cradle my head.

“Your going to be ok Ace, I promise.” He whimpered quietly as he wiped the blood from around my mouth.

I could only gasp as more pressure was placed on my shoulder by the medics that suddenly arrived. I faintly heard the team yelling and arguing in the background as I was loaded onto a stretcher with an oxygen mask over my mouth.

“Spencer stay with me please?” I rasped our at him.

He took my hand gently as we were both lead into the ambulance. “Spencer I love you” I coughed out as I thought this might be the only chance I could get to telling him.

I started to violently cough up blood and the medics started to intubate me, all I could hear was Spencer screaming back that he loved me as my world snapped black.

Pain. That’s all that I could feel, it felt like my whole body was on fire and I couldn’t breathe. I started choking at the intrusion that was in my mouth as I tried to blink open my eyes. The doctors finally took the tube out of my throat, and I gasped for breathe panicking.

“Y/N it’s me it’s Spencer you’re in a hospital you were shot!” He said trying to get me to understand.

I stopped thrashing and slowed my breathing as my eyes finally adjusted to the crisp whiteness of the hospital I was in.

“Hi I’m Dr. Grey” the doctor said gently “ you sustained a GSW to the upper right chest and right leg. Your right lung collapsed and you nicked your femoral artery. You’ve been on morphine and I can give you some more now that your up?” I nodded at her still a little delirious from waking up.

“How-how long was I asleep Spencer?” I said shifting my focus back to him. I got a good look at his short hair that looked as if he had been yanking on it, the purple bags under his eyes that were starting to water again in relief.

“God Y/N it’s been 2 1/2 weeks” he shakily said through blinking tears. “Had me so fucking worried” I snorted at his uncharacteristic swear.

“I have to almost die to get you to swear?” I chuckled out referencing an earlier ongoing argument. He laughed though you could tell his heart wasn’t in it.

“Did you mean what you said?” He questioned gently his hands in a fist together leaning on the bed.

I looked up at him with glossy eyes it all coming back to me, my deathbed confession to Spencer. “Of course I did Spencer” I reached up to stroke his cheek “I’ve loved you for a long time, though lately it has a deeper meaning” I looked at him through my glistening eyes.

We both didn’t need words as he leaned in to softly press his lips against mine.

“I love you” he quietly whispered against my lips

“I love you too” I answered in sincerity, I motioned first him to get up on the bed to cuddle with me. At first he objected but finally relented and spooned me in a similar way to the first night he kissed me. He pressed a soft lingering kiss to my head as I started to giggle.

“What?” He asked incredulously

“I just realized that I jinxed myself with that conversation with Morgan about not getting hurt” I giggled to myself quietly

“That’s not funny” he tried to say seriously staring at me “ok... maybe just a bit” he finally relented.

I started to close my eyes again feeling once again safe in Spencer’s arms. The enveloped warm feeling that I would never get over, even after we got married and had way too many kids all little geniuses of course. Though that was kind of far off. As they both fell into a deep sleep both relieved to be in each others arms again the team rounded the corner after hearing the news that you woke up. They stopped and smiled at the wholesome sight glad that something good came out of the shitty situation.

The End

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whump-town · 4 years

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Too Close

I’m ending my super shitty day on a positive note: Hotchniss

Retirement was supposed to mean that the danger is gone.

“This is SSA Emily Prentiss.” She’s trying to wrap up her paperwork for the afternoon. Not that anything thus far is going according to plan. She’s about thirty minutes from just texting her husband and telling him that there’s no way she’s making it home in time for hot passionate sex and Jurassic Park when she gets a call. It’s to her office phone so she’s assuming it’s not Aaron calling to whine that she hasn’t left yet.

The voice on the other line is unfamiliar. “Hi, ma’am,” the voice greets. “I’m calling in regards to your husband, Aaron Hotchner.” That immediately strikes Emily as strange. Hotch hasn’t worked for the better part of the last year. Calls have pretty much stopped coming for him and even the ones that do don’t connect her to him in regards to their marriage.

“Your husband suffered a cardiac arrest this afternoon--”

Shock factor aside, she doesn’t drop the phone. She’s gotten all kinds of awful news over the phone. Stories about babies being mutilated and killed. Women being raped and tortured. This is… They can’t be compared. They’re not at all the same. Hearing those awful harrowing things does nothing to dull the way her throat gets tight.

The voice drones on and Emily’s barely, if at all, able to keep herself together.

“Saint Sebastian,” she repeats back to the woman on the other end. The same hospital Foyet left him at.

The other woman on the line hums an affirmation. She keeps talking. Something about the ICU and visiting hours but Emily already knows she’s going into that hospital, guns blazing with her badge for everyone to see. Aaron was FBI and all it takes is one phone call to the right people and she can get anything she wants.

And right now all she wants is her husband.

“Bella--” she looks up, blinking away tears she hadn’t realized were falling. Dave is standing in her doorway, pulling his hands out of his pockets as he gets a full view of her shaking body. “Emily, what’s wrong?” Whatever it is that he’d wanted it thrown out the door as he moves to her side.

She stares down at the phone in her hands.

Retirement was supposed to mean he’s safe.

“Aaron had a heart attack.”

Matt and Luke only know Aaron from brief interactions.

Given that the couple has lunch together frequently, an easy way to make up the time they’ve spent apart and a good excuse for Hotch to get out of the house, the team sees a lot of him. He rarely speaks once he hits the doors, offering friendly nods to Tara, Reid, JJ, Garcia, or Dave. Matt had only just found himself on the receiving end of one of those nods. After the two men spent an afternoon at Dave’s bonding over chaotic sons.

Luke just gets a flat look. It brings Garcia deep joy that Luke is willing to do just about anything to get a nod from Hotch and her old boss won’t give him the time of day.

They don’t really know Hotch but they understand how important he is to the others.

It takes Emily a moment to find the nerve to speak the words. To tell the other’s what has happened. Her hands are trembling at her sides and tears are threatening to fall. She won’t let them, not yet. It’s no surprise that the other’s don’t hold back.

They don’t really know Hotch but they know how important he is to Emily. They’ve all heard his voice on the other end of a line, comforting Emily as she sits as far as she can from the others on the jet. They’ve come home to find him standing in the bullpen, standing silent and still for as long as Emily wants in a bearhug.

Matt is the first person to make a noise other than stifling sobs or muffled gasps. He offers her a small, comfortable smile, “I can drive you.”

Emily nods and forces herself to swallow against the panic bubbling up her chest. “Uhm okay,” she can work with that. “Pen?” Garcia looks up. “I need you and Luke to go to my house and get Jack and a bag for Aaron.” Emily spaces for a moment… What else do they need? How long will he even be in the hospital? She doesn’t even know how bad he is--

“Hotch still keeps a go-bag,” Dave continues. “It’ll be right by the door.” He waits for the nods that mean they understand. “Good,” he surmises. “Reid, JJ, Tara-- stay here. Hold the fort down.” He takes Emily around the shoulders, guiding her to the elevator. He can feel her tension, can see her fear.

He can’t find it within himself to put aside his own fear to comfort her.

That’s his kid.

These are his kids.

The pair are stopped before they get too far in the cardiac ward.

Matt’s waiting in the parking lot, waiting for a text from Dave.

They only allow her back. His condition is critical and it’s borne out of the admission that his cardiac output is worrisome. It’s not severe but it needs to be steadily monitored for the next day, maybe longer. For now, they don’t even want Emily back there but badges and the tears streaming down her face buy her one ticket back.

He’s sleeping.

Out of habit, she draws the blankets around his waist to his chin. He gets cold when he’s sleeping. His body heats everything around him like a furnace but he likes the feeling of the weight of the blanket across his chest. Without it, he shivers. She can’t be certain if he’s actually cold but what she does know is that he won’t rest well if he’s not able to wrap his lean body around her own like a cat.

Docile.

He sleeps for hours and she does her best to distract herself as best as she can. It works, more or less.

“I was wondering when you’d get here.”

She looks up from her book to find him staring back at her. She moves closer to him, book forgotten. It’s fine, she wasn’t really reading it anyway. She could get as far as a paragraph before she became distracted by nearly anything in the room. Her thoughts just kept drifting back to him. To what it would mean to lose him.

And she nearly did.

For a moment she’s struck as to which personality she’s to show. The doting wife who warned him? She did. Over and over, more a mantra than a proper warning, but every day they had this conversation. Not so much coffee. Go to be bed earlier. Stop worrying over small things.

The partner? They haven’t been to that level in some time. It’s a shield they’d worn during Foyet and Doyle. Partners. Much more of a, “I told you” than a proper “I almost lost you”. It allowed them the proximity they craved from one another while keeping up a friendly rouse for the others. Besides the notion that neither were prepared to admit their feelings.

Or can she just be scared?

A terrified wife. Not a unit chief. Not the work equivalent of a best friend. Just a wife.

“Em,” his hand trembles on the bed where he lays it. Palm up and waiting for her to take it. She does. Her own hand much softer than his and for a moment, she just sits and rubs her hand against his. Thinking about what it would mean to slowly forget the way it feels to hold his hand.

She collects herself slowly. Just having him close is doing the job pretty well. She has to stand up to reach him but she presses her hips against the guardrail and leans down, cupping his cheek in her hand as she kisses him. Despite her best efforts, she starts to cry.

Their lips are still pressed together when the first tear falls, Hotch feels it hit his face. “Em,” it’s all he can do remain where he is. The pain he feels in his chest the moment he lifts his shoulders is overwhelming. A strangled sound leaves his mouth, his body tensing. It’s overwhelming for a moment too long and as the black clouds in his vision fade away he realizes he’s simply made it worse.

The feeling of her cold hand in his.. nearly lost forever.

“You have to take it easy,” she admonishes gently. She simply doesn’t have the heart or the energy to fuss with him right now. Not when all she wants is to hold him in her arms. And how long will she have to wait for that? Before he can lay on his stomach and rest across her chest. To be held and loved within her arms.

The bags under his eyes are worse than they ever were when he was an agent but the smile on his face comes easily. They can deny and fight it all they want but retirement has been kind to him. It’s made him happier. “Emily,” he whispers her name the same way he always has. His chest caving in like he’s in shock that a name like hers can be spoken by a man like him. “Can’t a husband fake a cardiac arrest so that his gorgeous wife can come to rescue him? Huh?”

She tuts, shaking her head and looking away from him. She hates his stupid humor and more than that she hates that he’s joking. That he’s trying to cheer her up.

“You haven’t been paying me any attention,” he pouts and she’s amazed to find that’s where Jack gets it from. “What was I to do, my love?”

My love.

That bastard.

She leans back against the guard rail, the metal digging into her hips painfully. “Well,” she returns, “how about you try asking your gorgeous wife to lunch, hmm?” She strokes back a strand of his peppered hair. He’s going to make a very good silver fox. “Or,” she adds, “you can take me to dinner. No more cardiac arrests, though, okay? Dramatic flares have never really been my thing.”

He reaches between them and rests a trembling palm against her cheek, his eyes darting between hers. “Promise,” he whispers and they both know that it’s not that simple but it’s a start.

“Do you,” she leans down and kisses him, pulling back so that their lips still brush as she speaks. “Do you, also, promise to behave for the physical therapist, nutritionist, and cardiologist?”

He groans.

“Aaron,” she warns.

He grumbles, rolls his eyes, but nods. “I’ll behave.”

She kisses him, “good.” She runs a finger over his cheekbone, “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

#criminal minds #aaron hotchner #emily prentiss #hotchniss #hotly #spencer reid #david rossi

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ketamineharry · 3 years

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Hi Nikki,

Hope you are doing a lot better now! Just thought for a bit of fun, out of your friends (Kayleigh, Amy, Bella, Ellie, Ciara etc) what do you think their love language would be and what do you think who you ship them with love language would be? I hope this makes sense! You can also include you and Harry if you like🍓❤️

Hi Strawberry anon, I’m pretty well. I really hope that you are too!

Ok, so there’s a few people here. I’ll try and get it done, but I am struggling!!

@wroetobehzinga - Kayleigh’s love language is 100% words of affirmation. She is literally the embodiment of the ultimate hype woman. If you ever need words of encouragement, or, someone to make you feel better about life... she is 100% that person. As for Behz, I feel like his love language is quality time. Like going for runs, cooking together all of that good stuff. There’d be some definite messes from food fights and the like in this household.

@behzynga - Amy’s love language is doing things for the other person. She’s so selfless and just a delight to be around. The most patience going. Which is helpful because Cal would definitely test her patience on the fucking daily. With that being said though, Cal also strikes me as being the kind of person to just do anything for the people he cares about. Catch Freezy picking wild flowers to make a bouquet for Amy that is completely unique to her.

@sour--disposition - Bella’s love language is physical touch and words of affirmation. Bella is so kind, always only has positive things to say to people. Despite me asking her some really stupid questions at times. She’s a sweetheart. While I think JJ’s love language would be selfless acts. So I have this really vivid image of him making her a cup of tea in the morning, getting back into bed, and allowing her to just lay on his chest. His chest movements from his breathing as well as the hot tea sending her back to sleep and it’s the cutest thing. LOVE IT.

@tbjzlvzn - Ellie’s love language is being protective. They will always have your back and want to do their best to make sure that you are ok. Which is so lovely, especially considering what has happened on Tumblr recently. Tobi’s love language I feel is to get gifts for the other person. If you’ve seen his video where he buys 25 presents for Behz for his 25th birthday, you’ll get what I mean. The way he buys gifts is so thoughtful and so lovely. I can see Tobi taking Ellie out for a meal, and Tobi has cold food or something, Ellie will 100% tell the waiter that they’ve got it wrong, because no-one fucks with their man. I adore that.

@sdmnluvs - Ciara. I ship her with Josh more than anything. I feel like Ciara’s love language is kind words. She always seems to tag me in such lovely things and she is such a breath of fresh air. The positivity I think I would have loved to be at her age. Plus, she’s the cutest little Irish thing ever. I think Josh’s love language is also kind words. So, I think this would balance out quite well. Whenever each of them would have a bad day, they’d be hyping each other up. An iconic pairing.

As for me, my love language is buying people gifts and spending time with them. For example before rona, I would buy people things on their birthday that I knew they would enjoy, but also allow us to spend time together. While Harry’s love language is definitely physical touch, which would annoy me to the highest degree at points because I hate people touching me unless I’m in the mood for said physical touch. But, I feel like this scenario would play out at like Disney World (don’t @ me I fucking love Disney, to the point where I’m planning a whole Disney sleeve tattoo), both of us wearing Disney merchandise and just holding hands around the place. I don’t know.

I hope this answered you're question my darling. I’m so sorry that it’s so long, my imagination gets carried away with me sometimes xx

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word-scribbless · 4 years

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Good Enough part 3

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Y/N woke up that morning startled by the fact that Aaron wasn’t next to her. She slowly realized, as she woke up that it was her wedding day. She had stayed at Emily’s with the rest of her wedding party so they could all get ready together.

It was finally here! The day she would marry the man of her dreams. By the end of the day she’d officially be a hotchner along with the 2 men that made her the happiest in the world; Aaron and Jack.

She got up from the couch she had slept on to see that everyone but Emily was still sleeping. She went down the hall to find her maid of honor. Emily was the logical choice for the role being the reason she had met Aaron in the first place. Emily had worked with Y/N at Interpol before she had become a linguistics specialist at NCIS and Emily had come to the BAU.

She found Emily in the kitchen making coffee.

“Hey there soon to be Mrs Y/L/N-Hotchner.” Emily greeted.

“Good morning my maid of honor! I have a favor to ask you” y/n said handing her two envelopes; one labeled Aaron and one Jack. Emily smiles as she took the letters and poured her coffee.

The girls had finished their hair and makeup and made their way to the venue where the men were already getting ready. Y/N was touching up her make up and had just gotten into her dress with the help of JJ when there was a knock on the door.

Penelope opened the door and called Y/N over who was met by a smiling Rossi, tears forming in his eyes as he saw her. “Oh honey! You look beautiful and I can’t think of a better woman for Aaron.” He said as Y/N smiled and wiped her own tears.

“I’m not here to walk you down the aisle just yet. Your groom and son would like you to have this mi Bella.” He said handing her an envelope.

Y/N laughed thinking about the letters she had written to them.

She thanked Rossi, closing the door and walking over to the closest chair. She readied herself for tears as she opened the letter.

“Don’t worry I made sure it was all waterproof” Jessica said, referring to y/n’s makeup as she saw her picking up the tissues.

She pulled out the first of 2 papers

My Dearest Y/N,

I know that I will stand in front of you and say vows but we both know I’m not always the most articulate when it comes to feelings in front of anyone but you. Today is a day I never thought I deserved, Especially after losing Haley. Then you blew into our lives and turned everything upside down in the best way. Y/N when I met you I didn’t think I deserved to be this happy, and then you smiled at me and I realized I had no choice. I could never be anything but happy and at peace around you.

While it hasn’t always been a smooth road, I can’t say it hasn’t been easy, because loving you is the easiest thing in the world for me. You and Jack make my life worth living. While most of our friends know me to be stoic, the thought of you has always been able to make me smile. Your love terrifies me in the most beautiful way and I want you for always. Jack and I are so lucky to have you and we promise to always do our best to show you that every day. I can’t wait to see you walk down that aisle to us and have you choose us you be your family. I love you my sweet Y/N, thank you for being mine and for having Jack and I to be yours. Always remember you will forever be more than enough for us!

Forever and ever yours,

Aaron

Y/N wiped her tears and smiled as she held the letter to her chest.

“God, I love him” she said being met by a chorus of awwwws.

She opened the next folded piece of paper to see a letter in Jack’s large handwriting. She smiled seeing that he wrote her a letter all by himself, at 8 years old he was sure to have spelling mistakes but wanted this letter to be just his and y/n’s.

Dear momma,

I can’t wait to see you marry daddy and become part of our family. Even though it feels like you have been for a long time. I love you so much and I will forever and ever. I know that you will always let me love and talk about my mommy with you but I also love that you want to be my mom too. Thank you for making my daddy smile again and making him come home more. I love you forever momma!

LOVE JACK

Y/N wiped her tears and turned to her friends.

“Let’s go ladies! I don’t want to wait another minute to be a hotchner !”

While Y/N was reading her letters, Aaron was in a smaller room with his groomsman getting ready. Emily knocked on the door and handed Aaron and Jack their letters.

“You and your future wife are already thinking alike” she laughed before she headed back to Y/N.

Aaron smiled and picked his son up to sit on his lap handing him his letter to help him read it.

My sweet Jack,

Thank you oh so much for letting me into your life, accepting me as your momma, and letting me love both you and your daddy. I will never ever replace your mommy but I WILL always love and support you in everything you do. Jack you are an amazing young man and I can’t wait to see what you do in life. I will always be one of your #1 fans (I tie with your dad) but never get too big to give me hugs okay? See you soon handsome! Make sure daddy doesn’t cry too much :P

Love always

Your momma.

Jack gave his dad a big hug.

“I can’t wait to see how pretty momma looks. Thank you for sharing her with me daddy!” He said causing Aaron to hold back his happy tears as jack ran over to “help” Spencer and Morgan get ready.

Aaron looked up at Rossi with tear eyes and smiled as he opened his letter.

My sweet sweet Aaron,

I will never be able to put into words how much this day and your love mean to me. I know I will say my vows soon, but there are so many things I only want to tell you at this moment. Aaron, you and Jack are my shining stars, my true north, my greatest treasures. The love you show me every day is more than I could ever have dreamt of.

I know that loving someone new was not an easy feat for either of you and I am beyond thankful that you both let me in your lives and hearts. Aaron you knew from day one that I would never ever replace Haley. What you and jack had with her was special. And lasting, and all your own. I want to thank you for letting me get to know her through you both and for trusting me with your and her, greatest treasure, Our Jack.

I promise to always love you both forever. Even when I’m mad at you I will always tell jack you’re my super hero and in my heart you truly are. I have never met a man as special, strong, and loving as you and I love that I get to walk down the aisle to you today.

With love for always

Your bride.

Rossi came over to hand Aaron a tissue as he got up. They were ready to get set up.

“Dave, what did I ever do in this life to deserve that woman?” He asked

“You love her Aaron, that’s all she needs and wants.” He patted his friend on the back and led him to the door.

The wedding was beautiful and everything they both hoped for. Y/n and Rossi walked down the aisle to a beaming Hotch and a giddy jack. They exchanged vows and rings. Y/N and Aaron made vows to jack, and there was not a dry eye in the house. Y/N couldn’t wait to kiss Aaron and hug her son for the first time as an official hotchner. The day was everything they could have ever imagined and they got to celebrate their love and future with each other and their family.

#criminal minds imagine #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds x y/n #aaron hotchner x imagine #aaron hotchnerx reader #aaron hotchner fanfic

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rossisrigatoni · 3 years

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His Cure - D.R.

I haven’t written in forever so this isn’t my best work, but considering it’s been a year now since I put my fingers to the keyboard and wrote something it isn’t terrible.

┉

I stumble up the stairs heading towards Rossi's office with a stack of papers in my right hand, and a half finished coffee in the right. I hope he's in there, I really need to set these papers down. How can a stack of papers be so damn heavy?

I set the coffee cup down on the stairs' railing and run a hand through my hair, making a half assed attempt at looking more presentable. I also straighten out my shirt, then I finally knock on the door. "Come in!" He shouts from the other side of the door almost immediately.

"Hey Dave." I say, tossing the disposable cup away in his trash can.

"Oh, I see. You came in here just to give me your trash, how nice of you." He chuckles. "I thought someone wanted to spend time with me for once."

"Nope, I came in here to give you these." I drop the dense stack of papers on his desk, resulting in a loud thump. "You might consider these trash too, I don't know. I didn't look at what they were, I could care less."

He picks up a paper off the very top of the stack and skims over it quickly. "Yeah, they seem important and I don't care right now either."

"Whats going on Handsome? Where's your italian charm?" I say jokingly, dragging over a chair from the corner of his room and taking a seat on the opposite side of his desk. "Everything alright?"

"Just tired. I'm an old man working a stressful job, those two things don't really go together." I look over at the thick stack of papers on the filing cabinet behind him and shudder. Considering a majority of those are probably urgent, I don't blame him. Ever since Hotch left for his temporary break, Rossi was given most of his responsibilites for the time being. It hasn't been working out well for him and his stress levels.

"Things are tough right now." I nod, noticing the overwhelming amount of paperwork infront of him. "And..I can't imagine any of that is helping." I point at the mess in front of him with my eyes, to which he sighs. For once, I may actually feel bad for him. Stress doesn't look good on him. Unlike Hotch, he can't hide it with a tight lipped grin. It's painted all over his face.

"Is there anything I can do?"

He shakes his head. For a man who is normally considerably vulnerable and easy to pick apart, he's being pretty distant and difficult.

We all witnessed it eventually. First it was Penelope, then Derek, then Reid, then JJ, then Prentiss, and now it's me. They've been trying to get him out of his funk for a little while now, but nothing has worked as far as I know.

"You deserve a break, Dave. It's not healthy to sit in here day and night, nobody expects you to do that. You need to take care of yourself." I swallow hard, hoping he wont yell at me. Normally he would never do that. But he's not acting normal and I'm not sure what to expect now.

He says nothing.

"I'll just see myself out now." I say, standing up from the chair beneath me.

"No, don't." He says in a louder tone, not exactly shouting but he definitely got my attention. I oblige and sit back down, a little confused. He didn't seem to want me there in the first place and now he wants me to stick around? But I don't ask questions. I listen and stay silent.

"I enjoy your company, bellissimo. After a stressful week...I guess I just need you right now."

My heart jumps a little at his words. Maybe he wasn't being as difficult as I thought after all. Maybe all he needs is someone to be there for him. We all do.

"And I'm here." I say, grabbing his hand. I intertwine our fingers for a second, and I think about pulling back but something about it felt okay. It felt a little less odd than I'd expected. He must be thinking the same thing, because he looks back at me and just smiles. I hope nobody walks in right now. Is the door locked still? Should I get up and check?

No. I don't want to get up right now. I want to sit here and be with him in this moment. I can tell by the expression on his face this was the best thing to happen to him this week. Maybe it was the best thing to happen to me this week too. Maybe I was lonely too, I just didn't realize it.

"Bella, I-"

"I care about you, David." I fight in the lump forming in my throat. "I hate to see you like this. I care about you so much that sometimes it hurts."

"I care about you too." He says, putting his other vacant hand on top of mine. Not only are we holding hands now, he's got his other hand cupping the top of mine. "So much that sometimes I wonder..Is it normal to care about a friend this much?" He puts extra pronunciation into "friend" and I feel that lump in my throat start to form again.

"If I knew the answer to that, I'd tell you."

He cocks his head to the side a little bit and smiles. "Don't get me wrong I love the friends I've made here, but the way I feel towards them is different...I don't know how to explain it."

"Platonic?"

"Yeah." He chuckles a little bit, but it wasn't out of joy. It sounded like frustration and confusion. Like he was mad at himself for not knowing his feelings and having them sorted out. How many things is he stressed over? How many things can he stress over before he explodes?

"Sometimes when I feel...attraction towards someone I panic and I shove those feelings way, way down because I don't have good luck with love. If you haven't been able to tell by now." He lifts his hand off mine for a second to show me the spot where his wedding ring used to be.

"But you don't always know how the other person is going to react. You can't always assume things are going to turn out horribly, I know it's hard but. . . You deserve someone special in your life." I think about what came out of my mouth, realizing I might need to take my own advice.

"You're intelligent. . .well spoken. ." He puts his hand back over mine. "Those are just a few of my favorite things about you. Of course you're beautiful too, so beautiful, but your personality is just. . ."

I remove my hand from under his and stand up. I lean in and press my lips against his.

I pull back and look at him for a second. "I hope that was okay, something got into me when you were saying all those nice things about me. . . I'm sorry, you know, if that wasn't okay with you. I should've asked."

"Stop, Bella. It's okay, If you didn't do it I was going to."

We both chuckle. He stands up too, and heads towards the door. He turns around and looks at me. "You coming?"

"Of course."

For the first time in weeks, David Rossi was walking around with a smile on his face. He was finally himself again, and i can't help but feel a little proud of myself for being his cure.

Prentiss, Reid, Derek, JJ and Garcia were all huddled around talking to each other. As soon as I walked by with Rossi, Garcia nudged me on the shoulder. "What just happened? What did you do? He's smiling! You did it!"

He flashes me one last grin before turning around and walking away.

"I was just.. being a friend."

#criminalminds #davidrossi #oneshot #fluff

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blondiewholovestowrite · 4 years

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(1/2) hey cutie! hey! can i get an obx ship pretty please? my name is carly, i’m 5’3 ish and I have curly brown hair, though i tend to straighten it bc it can be a pain in the ass, and green eyes. i love my friends, and hang with them whenever i can. i’m the mom friend in all of my groups, and everybody always makes fun of me for it. i’m a pisces so i am a bit on the emotional side. i like parties, though there are some days where i just have to stay home and recharge.

anon: i also have 3 cats who are the loves of my life. i switch between wanting to plan things out and just seeing where the universe takes me, which can get me into trouble at times. i work at a movie theater too! my love languages are physical touch and quality time. and im straight. i love ur writing <3

hey carly! i ship you with... jj maybank!

you + jj=power couple OF THE CENTURY <3

you and jj were best friends since diapers, always had been, always will be. you and the pogues for life but as you hit high school you started to develop a crush on the infamous player. and unknown to you but so did he, however he felt you deserved better and always stuck to the tourons or kooks, yk no pogue on pogue macking.

it wasn't until one late night when jj came into the chateu to see you watching 'lady and the tramp' while humming along to bella notte did he see you for more than a best friend, he liked you— like really liked you, loved you even.

so he needed to tell you, but it needed to be amazing so he hatched up a plan; but first the pogues, pope ofc already knew about jj's feelings for you and so did john b so they decided to help, the ly decorated john b's van with picnic blankets, pillows, hanging lights and parked it just john b's so you could admire the scenery of the woods from the van. kiara was then called to distract you until you would get the message yo meet at the chateu. i guess the no pogue on pogue rule didn't exist tonight :') but anyways, you then recieved a very cryptic message from jj telling you to meet at the chateu for an emergency. clicking into protective motherly mode you sped over to john b's worried something bad had happened but instead you found john b's van decorated like a scene from your fav movie 'lady and the tramp'. suddenly bella notte by george givot started to play and jj emerged from behind the van offering you a hand to signal he wanted to dance, you obviously accepted realising this was the 'emergency'.

you basically danced all night, talked and ate while you laid in the van together. and then he popped the question "y/n, will- will you uh- i dont know, be my girlfriend?" you quickly accepted and fell asleep in his arms in the van aw :')

from then on, you both had a beautiful relationship, perfectly balancing each other out. you, being the mother of the group, were always there to defend jj but also let him know when to chill if needed. jj loved how you had your life planned but also loved to take risks which he always loves to do when around you.

HAIR. jj loves to play with you hair, especially when you don't straighten it during your lazy days and he comes over and just lays your head on his lap while he fiddles with your hair. pure bliss.

he comforts you whenever he can, he could listen to you talk for hours on end as long as it makes you feel better. while you always let him know he can open up to you, he rarely does; that's why when he came to your door at 9pm one night asking for a place to lay down for a while, and he'd started to open up about his dad you returned the favour by letting him inside and just letting him cry and talk it all out.

and your cats. oh. my. god. at first jj just never liked cats but there was something special and likeable about yours that made him go into full protective dad mode whenever any harm came ur cats way. you could swear for someone whos typically a dog person he cared more abt your cats that anything else. not you tho, well maybe sometimes ;)

you and jj get discounts on your dates at the movie theatre you work at all the time, courtesy of y/f/n who works at the counter overtime alot for the average older teen, but hey! you weren't complaining. there's something about sitting at the back of the theater while laying your head of your significant others shoulder and watching a movie that is just so romantic.

A/N: hey! so, i hope this okay for you :') the points are a little longer but i hope that's alright! i basically started with a lil backstory then went on to explain if that makes sense but yeah! for this ship i incorporated lady and the tramp because i feel like jj gives off those guilty pleasure=disney vibes lmao and he would totally make an italian restaurant datr night (i also just watched it and it made me super nostalgic bc its one of my favs too) i hope its okay movie/song for you? i sorta got disney vibes in ur free time from ur description but anyways i knew straight away you and jj were perfect for each other. you balance each other pefectly for starters: him being the 'immature' one and you being 'the mom friend' and not to meantion taurus' and pisces' are extremely compatible with each other which is a huge bonus! but anyways, i really do hope you enjoy this and im sorry it's so much later but ilusm and thank you very much for sending in this request and i hope you have a brilliant day/night lovely! :'3

#jj maybank #jj maybank x reader #jj x reader #obx x reader #outer banks matchup #outer banks x reader #outer banks x you #matchups #rudy pankow #ship #outer banks ships #ships

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gendryaweeklyupdates · 4 years

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All New Gendrya work this week (01-Mar-20 to 07-Mar-20)

Feast for the senses by @cassiemortmain : One afternoon at Storm’s End, Gendry gives Arya a surprise… a surprise she enjoys very much. (Rating: M)

vanilla twilight by @ohnoshefell : Gendry Baratheon, the new Lord of Storms End, spends his days reminiscing about his time with his grey eyed girl, Arya Stark, who has sailed West and also stole his heart, never bothering to give it back.-or-Day 1 of Gendrya week on tumblr! (Rating: G)

A Thunder In Our Hearts by hungerwolves : In which Arya has to marry lord Gendry Baratheon, the legitimized bastard son of the King in the South, to avoid war between the 6 Kingdoms and the North.

Friends Don't by @psychvamp25 : Prompt 1: Song&Lyric or Celebration --- Song used: Friends Don't by Maddie and Tae Arya and Gendry have been friends a long time but the people around think that they do things that normal friends just don't. (Rating: G)

a lady in a song by @lumierelalune : With so many things in Westeros to write songs about Arya can't even begin to understand why the bards are insisting on writing songs about her. (Rating: G).

Celebrating Us by @ginnygirl99-swetz : An extended scene from my already published fic "Always Remember Us This Way". Arya reminisces while watching her daughter dance with her new son-in-law. For Gendrya Week 2020 day 1: Celebration. (Rating: T)

Clownery by GoSora : So imagine Gendry being a mechanic and part time clown, working at hospitals and birthdays cause he loves kids. And then he has to work this birthday party for a little girl, turning 10, who broke her leg. And the little girl is a Stark... And Aryas niece! Well, this is that story. Be ready for a little swearing and a lot of sexual tension. (Rating: M)

It's Nice To Have a Friend by @katlyn1948: Arya and Gendry’s relationship through the years (Rating: T)

Too close for comfort by @huffletiika : “You don’t know what I want” he replied, rolling his eyes with exasperation. “Yes, I do” she said, and hold her hand up when he tried to contradict her. “You want a family, stability. You want to have a normal life, stop running from a place to another, find a place that belongs to you. You want to love and be loved, not to be alone anymore. And I can’t–” her voice broke. “I can’t promise you that…”. (Rating: G)

arya, please by @scrubclubwrites : Arya Stark wants to spend her summer writing about music and earning some money working at the coolest record store in the city (and maybe scoring a date with her handsome, moody, artsy coworker). Arya Stark does not want to spend her summer being the subject of the world's cheesiest love song (written for her by her ex-boyfriend, who doesn't seem to accept that things are over). (Rating: T)

You Feel Like Moonlight On My Skin by @randifrnz : After six months in the capital, it is time the future King and Queen of Westeros continue the envoy through the kingdoms of the lands to know and build relationships with their people. Throughout their journey, the crown prince and princess grow even closer and grow up as well. Arya navigates what it means to be a woman grown and what it means to want. (Rating: E)

Cheers (and a Pizza) by @syfygirl1998 : Arya and Gendry have been best friends since they were children, together since they were fifteen and they’re finally engaged. Gendry has always known what makes her happy, but when every conceivable thing at their engagement party goes wrong, his ability to make her smile is tested. (Rating: G)

can you tell I'm losing sleep? by @chasingforeverandaday : It seemed Arya was determined to drive him utterly mad, with the way she pranced about in his clothes, and shared his bed every night, snuggling close and tucking her cold toes under his legs, and seemed to tell everyone they met that she was his wife. No, this could not end well for Gendry and all of his frustration, not at all. /// Arya would like to point out that she knew Gendry could be a bit daft sometimes, but she never thought he was this oblivious. She was very close to dancing naked in front of him, if only to see whether or not that would get the fact that she wanted him through his incredibly thick skull. /// part two of the robin hood au, and a contribution to gendrya appreciation week. (Rating: M)

i'll get it right (on the first try) by @alltheworldsinmyhead : Who says weddings are only fun for the guests? (Rating: E)

Cross Me by @honestgrins : Arya has a run-in at the bar, and she doesn't appreciate when Gendry steps in. Too bad they like each other so much. (Rating: M)

until tonight (and all our nights together) by @yanak324 : He remembers when kisses like this were stolen between them, hidden in dark corners at parties or in the privacy of their apartments. The thought makes him want to deepen the kiss, an affirmation that he’ll never have to hide his affection for her ever again. Arya, Gendry, and a cause for celebration... (Rating: T)

The one that got away by @thetruthisinthetooth : Gendrya Week 2020: Day 1 Song/Lyrics- The one that got away by Katy Perry (Rating: M)

Green by @thetruthisinthetooth : Gendry and Arya are spies. What happens when Arya needs to wear a dress when they go undercover? (Rating: T)

Repair Broken Hearts by @snapdragon76: Arya needs to get a family heirloom repaired. She goes to a bladesmith to try and get it fixed and meets her match in the surly man in front of the forge. (Rating: M)

heart don't fail me now by @alltheworldsinmyhead : Never, in his twenty-seven years of life and twenty-one of making a living as a thief, a swindler and a trickster on the streets of Leningrad, Gendry Waters had a worse job than teaching one infuriatingly stubborn orphan girl how to be a princess. // Anastasia AU, with Gendry as Dimitri and Arya as Anya. (Rating: T)

Wolf Hunt by @jjclarku-deactivated20200209 (JJClark) (re-posting) : Ned Stark survived the massacre of his family in King's Landing. On the run with his daughter, he travels throughout Westeros seeking allies. Danger is never far behind, and eventually, he'll have to leave Arya behind to keep her hidden from their enemies. // Arry Snow knows no life but that of a nomad. She suspects her father of lying for years, but what is the real reason for never putting down roots? Most importantly, why can't she remember anything about her childhood? Surrounded by more questions than answers, Arry is about to learn the hard way how desperate her father is to save her. // Gendry Baratheon is a teenage runaway. He has the chance to make something of himself and snatches up an opportunity with a traveling troupe. Unfortunately, he gets more than he bargained for in the form of a quirky pest and a couple of oddball lost boys. // But the past is never far behind, and the truth might just get them all killed. (Rating: M)

Behind gray and blue eyes by @huffletiika : Everybody is born with Heterochromia, where their right eye is their actual eye-color, while their left one is their soulmate’s, and they would stay like that until you see directly at your soulmate’s eyes. Then, your left eyes will go back to their real color, and you will know you’ve found your other half. “Isn’t your father a Lord?” he asked, still not looking up at her, and she thought that maybe he was just shy. How adorable. “Your father was too” she replied, and he let out a soft chuckle. “Touché” he said, finally looking up at her eyes, and she felt her heart had skipped a beat. (Rating: T)

my ghost (where did you go?) by @starkyards-deactivated20200220 : an introspection into gendry's perspective after arya gets taken.

Her Best Friend's Wedding by @katlyn1948 : Gendry is getting married and Arya confesses a truth. (Rating: T)

Revenge Is Always the Answer by @katlyn1948 : Arya is an outlaw trying to take down a power house bank and Gendry is a farmer along for the ride. (Rating: M)

betrothal by @thewintersoldierdisaster : Gendry and his daughter discuss her future. Companion piece to ‘unravelling’. (Rating: G)

Between Closed Doors by cruzer22cruzer : AU Modern times. Arya's sexual awakening with Gendry. (Rating: M, underage)

Running Away from the Rules You Can't Follow by @thestagthatlovedthewolf : Captain Jeyne Heddle leads a small ship, followed by her loyal crew, when they get a call for help from the neighboring planet of Braavos. Fill for Gendrya Appreciation Week 2020. (Rating: T)

Blue Eyes by @thetruthisinthetooth : Arya goes on a blind date. What happens when the bartender is more entertaining than the actual date? (Rating: M)

on and on it spins by @alltheworldsinmyhead : The ghost of a twenty-years-old Robert Baratheon is standing on her childhood home’s driveway, pulling her little niece closer to kiss her forehead and making her smile oh so softly. They paint a nice picture together. // Lyanna's POV on Gendry and Arya ( Rating: T)

No Big Deal by @jepshe : "You can have sex with a friend," Gendry mutters. Arya's fingers still for a moment. "I know." (Rating: E)

Annoyed and Completely in Love by @katlyn1948 : Bella has a conversation with JJ and realizes that she may feel a certain way towards the cocky young lord. (Rating: T)

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notactiveanymorebestie · 3 years

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Finley’s Fnaf Lore (1960(?)-1985)

TW - Child death, murder, su!c!d3, just a lot of really creepy and horrifying stuff. Don’t read if you’re easily disturbed, please.

So it starts off with William Afton meeting Henry Emily in high school. They both discover they have a love for robots and building. They start to work together and create their first creation, Prototype Fredbear. They end up losing connection for awhile, each having their own family. William marries a very nice and beautiful woman who is a ballerina. She is named Elizabeth, which they do name one of their twins. Henry marries a softhearted yet determined woman named Clara, who starred in a soap opera! (heheh).

William and Elizabeth have Michael, and Henry and Clara have Sammy. William and Henry reconnect and Mike and Sam grow up together as best friends. Meanwhile, Fredbear’s opens, and it’s the biggest thing in all of Hurricane Utah. Fredbear and SpringBonnie are loved so much, and the Puppet is added after Sammy designed him.

William eventually comes out that him and Eliza are having twins, and Henry and Clara are so happy for them. The twins were named Elizabeth and Cassidy. They grew up loving plushies. Years later... Cassidy and Lizzy have grown and Michael is 14, Henry and Clara have their baby girl, Charlie Emily... William is happy, but jealous. He wanted his children to stay small and pure forever...

He starts to work on a solo project, Circus Baby’s Pizza World! He designs Baby after Elizabeth, Funtime Freddy after Michael, Lolbit after Cassidy, Funtime Foxy after himself, Ballora after his wife, and Funtime Chica after Clara, who he had... a strange obsession with, to say the least...

It opens in 1982, and Elizabeth is ecstatic. She loves Baby, but her father refuses to let her go see them. But he had a reason... This solo project was to see if he could keep children young and precious, by killing them and keeping them in these robots... He didn’t want his little girl to get hurt.

He leaves to talk to a parent, who’s twins have gone missing, Rose and David, and leaves Mike and Cass to stay with Lizzy. Michael and Cass were very close at the time, so they got distracted with their dumb stories. Lizzy runs off to see Baby, but while reaching for the ice cream that was served by CB, another scooper like design shoots out and grabs her. She screams and Mike rushes to try and get her. However, he misses, and Lizzy is forever trapped inside Circus Baby. William is heartbroken.

His baby, his sweet little girl... gone forever.. He decides to close down the place. This is due to three children, four including Lizzy, going missing inside the restaurant...

They are stuck there for years.

Michael and Cassidy’s relationship starts to break as William becomes harsher and their mother more distanced. The Emilys are doing great, though. Of course they are, they ALWAYS are.

Will and Henry decide to add Freddy, Bonnie, Chica, Foxy, Balloon Boy, JJ, and DeeDee. They are finished by the end of 1982, beginning the new year.

Oh! I know who I forgot to mention, Fritz. He was a taller ginger haired boy with green eyes. He was close to Cassidy and Lizzy, their best friend. After Liz’s death, he is forced to stay away from Cassidy for awhile. Michael goes through his own thing and forms a groups. Jeremy, Sammy, and Bella. They each wear masks, to take their anger and fear out on poor little Cassidy, who is tormented by animatronics after watching his own twin sister die inside one. This causes his to have nightmares every night, and traumatized him further.. Him and Fritz reconnect in the summer, and the ginger is the only one to arrive at the birthday party.

Cassidy had also been having visions of gore and terror after the nightmares. He wasn’t sure what they were at the time, so he ignored them. The day of his party was going to be great. Just him, Fritz, his momma and papa, and his Fredbear plushie. He had no idea Mike and his friends would be there. He tried to stay away from them.. He had no idea this would be his last birthday. Cassidy and Fritz were playing Fruity Maze, but only Cassidy heard his mother call for them. He ran off to get the pizza, while Fritz stayed in obliviousness. Cassidy found Mike and the others there. Unfortunately for him, his mother had already went to find Fritz. Michael and his friends pulled poor Cassy away, just leaving Fredbear Plush on the ground. Eliza and Fritz were startled by the screaming and crying. Fritz, being athletic and fast, ran across the entire diner to find Cassidy. He only saw what was left of the incident.

Absolutely horrified, Fritz grabbed the Fredbear plushies and ran home. He was never the same.

... William had it. He was done. He had to save his little boy. He tried and tried, but nothing really worked... He got frustrated and left his body at Fredbear’s, right next to the Fredbear animatronic. The remnant of Cass’s soul ended up creating another, fake version of Fredbear, which Cass deemed to be named Goldie, as a body. He woke up scared and alone, and wanted to just go home. He only had Fredbear and Spring, who could feel human emotion. The others couldnt, but at least he had two friends.

1984, a year after Cassidy’s death rolled around. That meant it marked the death day of both Cassidy and Eliza, who k!ll3d herself out of grief from her children dying. Of course, William blamed this on himself and Mike, taking his anger out by either yelling at Michael or just leaving for hours. Mike started to design animatronics himself to seek approval from his father, which eventually worked. However, it was Charlie’s birthday. Henry and Clara were extremely happy to see their little girl growing up, and Sammy was too (though he was never the same after what happened to his best friend’s little brother)

It was the night William made the biggest decision in his life.

Springbonnie was his prized creation, and she looked up to him like a god. He used her as a pawn to lure Charlie outside and lock her in the rain while he got to the car and drove to the front. Charlie tried to get in, and Puppet (her favorite) searched for the little 3 year old desperately... Charlie was losing hope until she saw Uncle Will’s car. She beamed with excitement, going to him. He told her they could get in the back... that was a lie.

Charlie was found dead an hour later with Puppet next to her.

1985, the year of misery and mystery. Four children, each of them never found. William had friends who had a little girl, named Susie. The Aftons also had a dog named Marigold who had recently had puppies. The entire litter except for one died, and that one was given to Susie. She was so happy, she named him Cookie. He was a golden puppy with one black ear.

There was another family, and they had no connection to Will. They had a little boy named Jeremy. he was the shyest kid in the class, but the smartest. No one knows how he befriended the most popular girl.

The final children... Gabriel. A sweet kid who was the leader of the group. It was Susie, Jeremy, and him against the world.. and occasionally his cousin... Fritz.

A few months after Susie had gotten Cookie, they took him to see Marigold. Cookie, scared of Will, ran away. Susie and her family/friends couldn’t find him and eventually gave up.

Driving home one night, William accidentally hit something. Getting out of the car, he realized it was the poor puppy. He didn’t really care, he just laughed and drove off. Problem was, Gabriel’s birthday was that morning. And the pup’s body was found outside the diner, mangled, by Susie. She, however, stayed strong and went to Gabe’s birthday anyways. The biggest mistake of her life. And the last, too.

Fritz had always hated animatronics since his best friend died. He hated the diner... but he liked Foxy a little. He was only there for Gabe and his friends.

The fear that filled him when Susie suddenly went missing. She was last seen crying by Fruity Maze.

Meanwhile, two familiar children were panicking. A golden bear, and a long strange marionette. Only one was visible to the children, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t get them to not follow the golden bunny. She didn’t know Cassidy was an afton, he was just Goldie to her. To Charlie, that is. They watched as another child was lead away.

Poor little Jeremy, he only wanted the Bonnie plush from the claw machine. He ran out of money, but a nice green eyed rabbit offered her money to him. He just had to follow her.

Gabriel and Fritz decided to go and look for them. Cassidy froze in fear. Anyone but him, anyone but his best friend.

The two dead children could only watch as the two were stolen away. Gabriel was convinced because this rabbit said she knew where their friends were. Fritz didn’t go, until the rabbit whispered that she could show him Cassidy once more. That convinced him. When they got to the backroom, all they saw were Susie and Jeremy. Dead, bloody, no more.

Gabriel tried to scream, but was snatched up by Will in the Spring suit. Fritz went to run away to tell someone, but William threatened to kill Gabriel if he told. He said he would leave them if Fritz gave up. The 12 year old, however, refused. He grabbed a wrench, charging at the rabbit. William immediately killed Gabriel, dropping him and grabbed Fritz, cutting off the hand that the wrench was in, which also costed the child his eye.

Everything was a blur for them for what seemed like hours.

Fritz woke up to a red eyed crocodile, and golden bear, and Puppet staring at him. He noticed his friends were there too, each with a mask of an animatronic on their face. He looked back and was handed a Foxy mask.

“Is this for me?”

“Yes, put it on, and you will be given your second chance.”

He woke up once more in a strange body. He felt cold and afraid, but he saw the golden bear in front of him again.

“Hello, Fritz, I am Goldie. I’m happy to meet you.”

“Where am I?!”

“Your new body.”

It was at that moment, Fritz realized he was no longer human. He started at his new metallic hands, but he was not scared. He was worried about the others, the younger children he had seen.

The fox took his first run in the new body. He found them by Puppet, and was followed by Goldie. The three of them were broken down, letting out terrified wails.

Oh... this was all his fault. From that day on, he dedicated himself to keep the others safe with Puppet and Cassidy.

#finsfnaf #long lore post #fnaf lore post #golden memories (fnaf au)#//tw suicide #//tw child murder #//tw child death

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jessejostark · 4 years

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“YOU KNOW, I LOVE HARD”

Jesse Jo Stark. The woman who’s worked with Steve Jones from the Sex Pistols, Duff McKagan from Guns N’ Roses, has Cher as her godmother, her parents as the founders of Chrome Hearts and is friend with Bella Hadid.

She’s the woman who’s worked with Steve Jones from the Sex Pistols, Duff McKagan from Guns N’ Roses, has Cher as her godmother, her parents as the founders of Chrome Hearts and is friend with Bella Hadid. But forget about all those names, she is Jesse Jo Stark, a super talented young woman with the soul of an old lady.

As a singer and songwriter she sings about themes like death and love and she calls her style ‘Horrific Hillbilly’. On 9th May she had her very first gig in Berlin as a support act for The Coathangers at Berlin’s Club Maze, in the cellar of a brick building in Kreuzberg. The gig went on for about 30 minutes and was filled with a lot of energy, Rock ‘n Roll and sex appeal. You could say the stage belonged to her.

The next day we met at the Hotel de Rome, in the centre of Berlin. Surrounded by her cousin, the guitarist of her band and her manager we had some coffee and croissants and chatted about love, life and the successful end to her tour.

LUCAS AVID HÜBNER Thanks for your performances yesterday and thanks for having us!

JESSE JO STARK Thank you!

LAH You said once in an interview that you are always nervous before a concert. How did you feel at your gig yesterday?

JJS I think it was nerve-wracking simply because we had been on tour. So I’m so jet lagged, but which also lends to it, it’s kind of nice to be a little tired, but yeah, I was nervous of course, I was not sure who was coming so I was very excited and it was cool to be opening up for this band. The minute I get on stage I’m fine, it’s just it gets dark so late here I was like ‘I’m all dolled up and it’s bright outside’ so this was kind of funny.

LAH So yesterday was basically your first gig in Berlin?

JJS I’ve been in Berlin once before and I played in a mall, but I only played like 4 songs and I was 19 so I’m counting this as my first time. Do you know what I mean?

LAH Which mall was it?

JJS Ellen von Unwerth was shooting and it was for either MIU MIU or MARNI, I can’t remember. I don’t remember which mall it was and I also didn’t now where to go. Afterwards we went to a couple of pubs and got really drunk and didn’t see anything and we ended up in this random night club – but this is the first time that I’ve gotten to explore the city. We had ramen last night and than we walked through Berlin and today we went to the spa. I’ve gotten to live it a little bit more here and so far I’m just fascinated I wanna stay longer.

LAH How did it happen that you decided to come to Berlin actually?

JJS Well, we had some meetings that I had to attend and I was like ‘If I’m gonna be out there I’d love to play. Can we try to find a show?’ And The Coathangers were looking for support acts so we just booked that show, and we happened to be in London so it seems to be like an easy hop and it’s the way we ended our tour so it’s been just pretty lovely to end on this now.

LAH I remember that you covered the song ‘Bette Davis Eyes’ by Kim Carnes at your gig yesterday why did you choose that song to play?

JJS Well, I love that song and we covered it and I just love to throw a cover here and there, songs that I love and respect and make them my own and then also it gets the audience going because they can related and ‘Bette Davis’ is just such a good song and I feel like singing that for me is just like I make it my own and it’s fun, it’s just good so we put it in the set. I changed up the covers a lot, I did a Rolling Stones cover last week, but ‘Bette Davis’ is just so fun.

LAH It’s actually more like a pop song isn’t it?

JJS I feel like we rock it out a little bit, I mean I love a good dance tune you know.

LAH So let’s talk a little bit about your background. You grew up in an environment that was shaped by many creative people like your parents Richard and Laurie Lynn Stark, founders of the jewellery label Chrome Hearts, and your godmother Cher. When you think back what kind of impact did they have on your career and your personality in general?

JJS I think that your environment when you grow up is so … you’re like a sponge, you know, you either take a lot from it or you run away from the family, right? But my family was so inspiring to me and I was around a lot of adults growing up and a lot creatives and a lot of music, around fashion, a lot of Rock ‘n’ Roll and I think that it just kind of stuck with me. My parents always drew me into their environment, they never like kept me away from it so I was always in the factory when they were creating things and fitting people, making garments for different people that happen to be musicians and my dad played tons of music for me on the way to school, so it just stuck in me.

LAH So it seems that you were surrounded by a lot of adults during your childhood, did you also hang out with friends of your age?

JJS Yeah I had friends, but I always felt a little misunderstood. You know, I love hard! I really waned to have this like crew of people that I could hang with, but I always felt really misunderstood and I was kind of angry, like I just never fit in anywhere. And so to be kind of expected so little and be around adults and my parents would let me hang with them I just felt that I absorbed more from that than from the kids my age, you know. Now I have peers and I am growing into myself and I have some really cool friends, but when I was younger it was just I felt like I was surrounded way more by adults.

LAH What about your siblings?

JJS They didn’t come til I was 13. So I got to be the only child for 13 years. When they were born I had a little more freedom.

LAH How is your relationship with them?

JJS Amazing. They are little entrepreneurs, my sister has a bikini line, my brother has a line where its about being active. My parents raise them the same way where you know there – it’s just a different respect level they don’t treat them like they are little, we all communicate. And my brother and sister, I would say I couldn’t love anything more unless I guess I had a baby because they’re just magnificent.

“I don’t fucking know why he didn’t like me!”

LAH Let’s talk a little bit more about your music. How did you know you wanted to pursue music?

JJS I just feel that I’ve always been fascinated with it and being able to create and write. And when I was little I just asked my dad like “Can I take piano or guitar lessons?” So they put me in lessons for different instruments, guitar, piano and some vocal lessons, so that was when I started writing my own poetry and wrote my first song I was really young.

LAH At the age of?

JJS I was like 9 or something. And it just became this thing that didn’t go away and I started recording covers because I thought my writing wasn’t good enough to record so I did random covers, like a pop cover, country cover I have like 50 covers recorded – I swear – and then I sought out to find a band.

LAH So you wrote your first song when you were 9? What was it about?

JJS ‘My heart’s on fire’. And it’s about a boy. It’s actually about this one boy from high school that didn’t like me, his name was Chase.

LAH Why didn’t he like you?

JJS I don’t fucking know why he didn’t like me! I still don’t know why. I remember writing that song, I was with my vocal teacher and she said “What are you gonna write about?” and I was like “I just feel…I just feel my heart is on fire.” And she was like “That is a song name.” And it was very short and had my best friend in the background doing vocals, it was very pop. And then I recently wrote a song called “Fire of Love” so I feel like it’s a full circle for me.

LAH So you said you did a lot of covers when you were young. If you could choose an artist to work with who would it be and why?

JJS I would say Merle Haggard, but he passed. Um …Oh, wait Stevie Nicks would be insane and Rhye, I love Rhye. I’ve been really embracing new bands lately because I’m usually only listening to old music. And some of the greats that are sadly passed like Lux from the Cramps or like Elvis. Just to name a few.

LAH So your musical background is also quite huge. You’ve worked with people like Steve Jones from the Sex Pistols for your first record, Duff McKagan from Guns N’ Roses and Cher. How have all these musicians influenced you in your music?

JJS I just think that one think they all have in common is they never bullshit me, they’re not gonna just tell me I’m good, they’re not gonna tell me it’s easy, you know. They challenged, me they challenged my creativity, being honest and like if i’m showing them a song they’ll be like – so Steve one day – the reason I worked with Steve was, well, I’ve known him forever but I played him a song and said “What do you think about this song?” and he said: “Well, love, I think it’s shit.” That was what he said. But it was actually really amazing it was during my time recording my first EP in my early 20’s.

“I want to look like a lady, but a little bit like fucked up as well!”

LAH So it actually helped you that he was so direct with his opinion.

JJS It helped. And I said well “If you think that it’s shit why are you even producing a record for me? Don’t just say that.” But he did and in the end we did like 5 songs together and now it’s the first body of work that was really important to me. He really pushed me in the studio and it was really cool to work with him and have his ear with my stuff. It’s important to meet that there is honesty and being challenged constantly. ‘Cause there are a million bands and there are a million artists and a lot of them are great, but a lot of them suck, so you gotta be yourself and you gotta push, push, push!

LAH We already talked a little bit about it, but besides music you are also interested in fashion. You did a collaboration with vans in 2011.

JJS I think I was like 19 they just came to me and “Wanna to do something?”

LAH How did this happen?

JJS I have no idea! There was this girl that was really cool actually this was when blogs where everything. What was it called… it was called like ‘Bleach Black’. Have you heard of it? It was really cool. And she loved me and she worked at vans, but then she left and she was just like “I want you to work with this girl Melissa” and they did this huge thing and I said I only wanna do it if we incorporate my music. And they did. And it was so fucking fun and then they rented out the Troubadour for me and I had a show and that was my first real show. They really incorporated and embodied me with fashion and with my music.

“I think I can honestly say right now in my life love is the scariest thing!”

LAH You also worked together with your parents for their label Chrome Hearts and also helped work on Bella Hadid’s gown for the Met Gala last year right?

JJS Well, you know we did a collaboration with Gareth Pugh a while ago and Bella is a dear family friend of mine and she is so involved with Chrome Hearts. She’s such a supporter we grew up together and we where just hanging and she was like “I’m wearing that to the MET” and then we decided she needed a veil and then we made this amazing veil and I was placing gold on it. It was just a really nice family project and she just rocked it and that was amazing, so things like that just happen when you are at the factory.

LAH How would you describe your style in terms of fashion?

JJS First of all, I have to be comfortable for the most part, it’s rare that I won’t be. I like to be warm and, I don’t know, I want to look like a lady, but a little bit like fucked up as well, and not always pristine ’cause I have a lot of vintage on, then probably add some crazy big earrings. I think it’s always changing, I like to dress up. It’s just an extension of my mood like anyone’s, if I am in a bad mood I probably wearing creepers this big and stomping around in them.

LAH Your look yesterday on stage was a mix of sexy and comfortable.

JJS My friend owns this line Tigra Tigra and it’s brilliant and she gave me that zebra dress. But then I go buy all of these fabrics and I just make a bunch of them and that’s my stage outfit. And than I costum-made those boots, they are really like my second feet, I feel so naked without them. I love them. It took a while to make them.

LAH What are your fears in life?

JJS Life.

LAH Well okay true, life in general is very scary.

JJS No. Okay, well, i can’t tell you my actual fear because I don’t want anybody to know that. Fear! … In the end I guess being loved is like the coolest thing and loving someone else so i guess…

LAH Not being loved?

JJS Like love, not not being loved, but love .. Love is kind of scary right? But i’m not scared of anything with my career, I think we manifest and we create what we wanna see for ourselves and that’s up to us. No one’s gonna do that.

LAH Yeah it’s the same over here, with love.

JJS Love right? I think I can honestly say right now in my life love is the scariest thing!

LAH What has been the proudest moment of your career?

JJS I think it’s all been really cool. I mean fuck i’m here right now, like this is amazing and I get to talk to you in Berlin, I played a show and I got delicious ramen and I was naked all day walking around the spa. It’s not bad. But I think one of my goals that I’ve wanted to make was going on tour. My next goal’s to play festivals. One of my proudest moments was the vans collaboration because I did that separate to my family and I made my own money and I killed it and I designed and I performed and I felt really satisfied and happy that I got to do that at a young age, you know?

LAH So now you are in Berlin sitting with me on this couch. What’s next for you? Flying back to L.A.?

JJS I will go to Paris to meet my mother and then have some meetings, but then I’m going back to L.A. to write an album. I’m gonna put out my first album.

LAH Awesome news. So are you planning to do that this summer?

JJS Yes, I’m planning to release it before next year.

LAH So in summary, there is a new album in planning, you want to play on festivals, more touring..

JJS Yes, more touring, come back to Berlin, maybe this September (winks).

And then we clinked our cups for her successful tour (mine filled with black coffee and her’s with milk tea).

#jesse jo stark #interview magazine #interview #2019

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otakucalsama · 4 years

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cal’s bella x other vampires fic recs

hello! this is cal here (obviously) and i’m just reposting this. i made it a while back, but the links didn’t work, so now i’m redoing it. this time, i’m going to make it smaller, with more posts, instead of larger in one post. so without further ado, here is my bella x the other vampires fic recs. also, this is only for completed fics, so if you have a story i didn’t add (that’s complete) send me a link and i’ll read it and then decide whether to add it or not. i will not, however, take any bella x edward, bella x jasper, or bella x jacob fics.

other fic recs here

last updated- 12/3/19

j a m e s x b e l l a

i. enchanting by simply-aly / t / >1k, one-shot / complete

All it takes is a butterfly light kiss.

ii. for always, forever by dazzled620 / t / 3-4k, one-shot / complete

Bella comes to Forks, and lies. About everything. She still gets together with Edward. But what happens when she sees someone while playing baseball with the Cullens? Who will she choose? Oneshot for now. BellaxJames.

r i l e y x b e l l a

i. love me by x.safety.pins.x / m 1-2k, one-shot / complete

Based off of the song by JJ Heller, read about the intertwinig stories of three different souls, a child abuse survivor, a ex-bulimic divorced wife, and a convict. Song-fic R/B E/T Do not read if you’re under 14.

ii. meant to be by bitemytongue / m / 15-20k, one-shot / complete

Bella never thought she would forget the first time she got married, but she did. After 10 years of not seeing her former childhood friend and husband, she meets him again. Only a few months after Edward’s departure she doesn’t think she’s ready to fall in love again, but Riley is more than happy to prove her wrong. M for Violence

p e t e r x b e l l a

i. perfect melody by bitemytongue / m / 15-20k, one-shot / complete

Pushing past a horrific past Bella Swan finally knows who she is and knows she never wants to see the Cullen Coven ever again. Meeting a red-eyed vampire doesn’t faze her at all, but eventually she realizes she’s fallen in love with yet another vampire. Only this time she knows their love is real and nothing and no one will break them apart. Hopefully.

g a r r e t t x b e l l a

i. the rebel soldier and his little lady by laurie whitlock / m / 45-50k, multi-chaptered / complete

One day while looking for “their” meadow, Bella comes face to face with a red eyed vampire but this one is not looking to kill her nor does he only want her for her blood. AU

n a h u e l x b e l l a

i. unseen events by whitewolflegend / m / 45-50k, multi-chaptered / complete

Bella finds her self in South America, near the Amazon to be exact. She finds more than what she expected when she has to run for her safety, finding out about vampires was one thing, werewolves for another, but what happens when she finds out about Half Breeds and finds Nahuel… Will he help her or will he leave her? Ra:M

e l e a z a r x b e l l a

i. recognition by lj summers / t / 4-5k, one-shot / complete

NM AU. Edward fought for Bella’s humanity – and lost. While his body burned, Bella was changed by Eleazar, Gift-Sensor of the Volturi Guard, losing her memories in the process. Would she regain her memories and her sorrow, or build something new?

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Requests *Series only*

I will add all requested series to this post from now on.

Jensen x Reader

Kinky is the new vanilla (part 3/? posted) ON HIATUS

Can you do one where Jensen has always been very vanilla in sex but the reader feels lik his holding back, and one day she talks about exploring kinks and they find out he's actually very kinky. Maybe turn it in to a series if you want, they could try a different link in every chapter. Last one could be breeding kink, where they get the happy ending. Just an idea you don't have to made a series out of it if you don't want to.

Can you write mouth fucking with Jensen, where the reader is laying down with her head out of the bed so he can go deep? Thank you!

She’s my future Part 3/5 published

can you write something like stepdaughter but reader being Jensen new wife,much younger than him, Jensen being her first guy and danneel try to being a bitch with her,tell Jensen she cheat on him,supportive Jared and Genevieve and when the reader is pregnant she always stressed and crying for how danneel treat her and jensen loose it because she can lost the baby for the stress (part1) (Part2)-> jj and the twins love her and she treat the child like his own, Genevieve is always with here when the boys films and when danneel treat her bad, but at the end Danneel accept her because she see how jens love her more than anything and ask forgiveness to reader and becomes friends, I want so much angry Jensen to tell her that he’s the reader first and supportive Jensen with reader when she vomit and heartbroken. Fluff,smutty,angst,drama,baby arrivals(She’s an actress on spn)A SERIES

Having my baby

I really love your writing. I was wondering if you could write a series about ( Jensen x Daughter ) age 17 she is in high school and attends a party with her friends and hooks up with someone at the party and gets pregnant. She doesn’t know how to tell Danneel or Jensen. When she does they are a little mad but except her. She keeps the baby, and we see her journey with being pregnant and having the child ( girl - Camila ) and we see y/n grow up and finds someone and falls in love.

Fighting for my love

Summary: Jensen and Y/N met when she started working on Supernatural as a new regular star. As time goes by, they fall in love and start a relationship. The only problem? Jensen is married. No one knows Jensen's marriage is fake, he and his wife are only still together for appearances and for the kid's sake. Jensen's marriage crumbled down when Danneel had an affair with one of Jensen's good friends. Keeping a friendship between them has been hard. Jensen is hurt, not because his ''former'' wife has someone else but because she cheated on him and on top of that Danneel still maintains a relationship with his friend, but they try to be civil for the kids' sake. Even though they are no longer together, and she cheated on him, Jensen told his wife about his relationship with Y/N. Jensen and Y/N have been together for a year now. It's been a long time since Jensen as felt this happy and then his live crumbles down all over again. Danneel is jealous of Y/N, the fact she has a boyfriend doesn't matter all that matters is that Y/N is a treat to Danneel, with Y/N in the way she will never be able to get all Jensen's money so she hires a P.I. to take photos of Jensen 'cheating' on her with Y/N. Danneel blackmails Jensen into breaking up with Y/N saying she will destroy his career if he keeps a relationship with the girl. And just like that Jensen’s life become miserable again.

Dean x Reader

The Italian touch (Series) Part 9/12 published

Request: Could you write a dean x reader virgin series? She’s not so skinny, have curves and take place in leviathan period? She’s in her twenties and bobby kinda adopted her she’s not American but italian and alone in the world? Please

My little Ninja-girl Part 4/? published

If possible can I request a dean series fic were the reader is a bamf hunter tht specializes in knifes but mainly with her 2 katanas & is expert in hand2hand but theres a twist shes got a secret that she keeps hidden from everyone shes a little & has never had a daddy & 1 night her secret comes out Idk how u can do watever u want wth it I just want dean as protective daddy & tells everyone off when they say smethng or watever & as much smut u r willin 2 give us ☺☺ if u don't want 2 I understand

Innoncent Life SERIES

can you do a series of deanxreader (she’s virgin,25 years) like Bella pregnancy on Breaking dawn and the daughter like reenesme? It’s a idea 💕 maybe in moc dean conceived with dean when he had the mark and he thinks the baby is bad but the baby is pure like Reader even if she’s in a bad shape during pregnancy(like Bella) and every time dean help her shower he suffer for her? Angst smutt fluff happy ending (bad guy that want the baby, badass reader) with Sammy,Charlie,cas,Rowena and Crowley🔥❤️

A brand-new life Part 2/? published ON HIATUS

Dean and reader where best friends and in love with each other,she’s younger than him and Sam and still virgin because she for only one guy thighs.When dean go to purgatory her and Sam try to start a new life in charming and tell everyone that are brother and sister(she use the Winchester name)Sam find work in teller officine and her in the bar of the sons and Jax start a crush for her and Gemma likes her so much but,she’s so reserved and every night cry for dean with Sammy hugs ... But one day Jax asks her out and Sammy tell her to give a try that he likes Jax and sometimes he remembers him Dean,so they start dating but nothing more like kiss or make out session because she still heartbroken for D,she have a necklace with D ring. But what happened when Dean come back at their door one night? (The clubs knows who dean is)Angst,Crying,Smut,Fluff,Humor(She will always choose Dean over everyone and lost virginity with him after all)Happy Ending, maybe a wedding?Chubbygirl

Broken WORKING TITLE open for suggestions (Miniseries) COMING SOON

I really love your work . I have a pretty long request to write a series . Reader meets dean when she is travelling with her sister or mom who is a witch, it’s up to you to make the reader a witch or a human . So dean is also hunting a witch but that isn’t the reader’s sister . Maybe add a first kiss stuff here . In the end dean hunts the witch who was actually killing and lets reader and her sister or mom go . Now many years later reader calls dean and tells that their sister/mom is missing. Part (2) actually the readers sister / mom was taken by lucifer to renew his vessel and that was the reason the reader contacts dean . Now they all help find the reader’s sister/ mom and if you want add some smut between the reader and dean as they both have feelings for each other . At the end reader sacrifices herself to save dean and others . But then she isn’t then . Lucifer makes her his sex slave thingy and rapes her ( if you don’t wanna write this thing it’s alright ) Part (3) then the reader escapes but turns out she is pregnant with jack . Now she comes meet dean. And starts living at the bunker . Now this part would be really angsty and sad , as the reader is dying and dean loves her but reader wants to keep her baby . And the final part takes place in season 12 finale as the reader gives birth and dies and you know they confess their love . It was just a story I thought in the shower and well I thought you might wanna write it .

Let’s explore love SERIES

Can you do kinky is the new vanilla series with dean to but she’s virgin,insecure of herself for her not perfect breast and stretch marks and because she’s not skinny like other girls but have curves? But dean he’s so in love with her, she’s his best friend and they talk of everything and dean trust her so much and her and Sammy are like siblings 💕 thank u with a wedding and pregnancy/baby end?

Fifty shades of Dean Winchester

can you write a deanxreader like fifty shades series,but they are hunters she’s younger,curvy,virgin and Bobby adopted her? (She’s like Ana only daughter and with no parents) when her and dean are close but she’s the one who like Ana with Christian make him love? A series pls thank u About the fifty shades request angst too because at the the broke up just like Ana and Christian story but with them hunters thank u

Unrequited Part 18/20 published

Can I request a series about arranged marriage with dean? John and reader’s father had an agreement their oldest children had to get married? It’s an unrequited love because dean was in love with Lisa, the reader knew about the arrangement but Dean didn’t. The reader sort of grew up with the boys, she solo hunts after her father died and soon she joined them, so she keep quite because she loves him so much and wants him to be happy even Sam doesn’t know the arrangement until Angst+drama happens. (Yes he’s with Lisa, About the ending is all up to you it could be Happy ending or Happy ending-ish , Yessss you can add smut!!!!!!! Oh also I kinda feel like the reader is badass hunter but not like “Dean” badass it’s more like she’s badass but delicate, sweet and innocent at the same time... does that make sense?)

Witchcraft

Hey!! Can I request a series if it's not too much trouble, I hope you like the idea and also it’s kind of long so I’ll be sending several asks with the plot hehe. It’s with Dean x Reader, they've known each other since high school but lost touch for a few years and were reunited during a hunt (she's a hunter too). /1/ And after some time they start dating and she moves into the bunker but she never told him that she's a witch and has been since high school (she uses her powers to help people and do good) because she knows how Dean feels about witches and thought that he would get angry and leave her (basically be all Dean about it), Sam doesn’t know either. Then during a hunt it almost goes sideways but didn’t because she uses her powers to save the Winchesters and kills the monster. /2/ Dean and Sam can’t believe it and Dean feels so betrayed he doesn’t talk to the reader on the way back to the bunker. When they get home Dean and the reader have a fight and he asks her if she ever used magic on him to make him fall in love with her, of course she never did but he doesn’t believe her and they break up and she moves out. Months go by, Sam keeps in touch with the reader but Dean doesn’t even want to talk about her (even though he misses her like crazy). /3/ Sorry if the end is rushed and not as detailed as the first part but I didn’t have an idea of how to end it, so feel free to write any ending you think fits better. That’s it! I really hope you like it :) /5/

Crowley’s daughter

1). I wanna request something new! How about reader is Crowley's adopted human daughter (since she was very young) & as the years goes, she grown into a beautiful, curvy, innocent, intelligent, smart & stubborn women. She can fight (for self-defense) but is not in that business. Reader & Winchesters haven't met yet because Crowley don't want to. But due to Winchesters being famous & all one-day Reader finally meets them (how & why it's up to you) 2). She & Dean clicked. Fall in love. Fluffy & happy ending please. Reader is a normal human. Crowley don't like it one bit, but he is quite for his daughter. Threatens Dean to not use her. Maybe married & a kid after some years!? Please?

The replacement

Sorry I’m requesting again. A fic set during the time when Dean goes to hell or Dean goes to Purgatory. The reader and Dean were always in love with each other and everyone knew but they never really got together. When Dean ‘dies’ the reader confides in Sam and they practically get together. But when Dean comes back things get complicated. In the end she ends up with Dean. Very angsty with a plus size/curvy reader please!!!

Dean x Reader x Sam

Our Girl Part 8/? published

I feel bad for making a request. But can I ask for a mafia type fic, where Sam and Dean run ‘the family business’. Maybe involve Cas or John or some other beloved characters in the mafia too. And the reader is this plus size/curvy girl that finds herself thrown into their world. All the smutttttttt!!!

Love finds it way COMING end of August

(1) Dean × Reader × Sam. childhood friendship or After 2/3 years of friendship. When reader gets kidnapped & torture. Winchester brothers are going mad without her in worry & they realize their love for her. After savings her & bringing her back to healthy (takes 2-3weeks) they confess their feelings that they love her. Reader also loves them too. & They promise to make everything workout. Some lovely fluff & sweet & protective Sam & overprotective Dean. They are best team ever together. (2) Get back to their normal new life with some soft, lingering touches, kisses, winks & teasing here & there. They are super happy. When John & Marry come back from dead. You all are very happy. But as they (john & marry) realize the relationship between brothers are reader. The insult reader Pretty badly when the boys are not around, as to make her leave the bunker. So lately readers avoid brothers & becomes more & more silent. (3) She doesn't want to be a reason for the fight between brothers and parents. But one day boys caught John calling reader a slut & mary glaring & throwing other insults to her. & Reader silently listening and not saying anything as to respect her. Boys defend her. Tell them they love her & make them happy. Pretty big argument & fight. As they fight reader runs to her room & shuts the door & cry for a whole day, thinking that she feared this would happen one day or the other. (4) Sam & Dean convince their parents to give this relationship a chance. Smoothing reader by boys. On coming time their parents notice how reader even take care of small things, need & behavior changes in Sam & Dean & try to make them happy. Reader can understand the mood & needs of boys before they can even say, as she knows them too well. John & marry once listened as she blamed herself for fight between parents and brothers. So they feel guilty & apologies. (5) They slowly warm up to reader & came to accept & love her. Some years later married with brothers, reader announcing she is pregnant with twins. Girl from Dean & Boy from Sam. Please involve the different phases of pregnancy & morning sickness, weird craving, baby kicks, etc. Child birth. Happiness in family. Taking kids home. Dipper duty for Sam & Dean & reader is too tired & all. Lots of Fluff. Breakfast in bed. (6) Some years later, twins being 5-6 years old. Full family, kids, daddies & grandparents give reader a surprise birthday party & pamper her full day. Full family dinner & movie night. Putting kids to bed & reader & Sam & Dean sharing a bed after having sex. & They remind her that she is an amazing mother & wife & that they said they would make is work out while cuddling. Happy ending & lots of fluff

Jared x Reader

Watching for Comets COMING SOON - WIP

Request: I was wondering if you could write a Jared x reader series. They used to be a couple, but their careers took them on different paths. Eventually they end up meeting again on SPN. I got inspired to come up with this idea from a lyrics from Skillet's Watching For Comets. "You were a comet and I lost it Watching for comets, will I see you again? Everybody needs someone but they can't feel like this How can I breathe with this burning s burning in my chest? You were gone so fast" They haven't seen each other in years and now they forced to play love interest that could be the angst part. Smut, fluff, happyend, some drama

Jensen/Dean

Mixed up worlds

Hi dear! Can I request a series where due to some witch Dean & Jensen are exchanged in their world taking each other's place. Total confusion. Then accept. Realise their importance & how lovely they & their family. Working with their alternate family. Tips for their reader to confess their feelings. Back to their universe/dimensions. Happy endings. Dean×Y/N (not confess because they are they). Happy fluffy endings. Smutty & confession for Dean!

Complicated

Can you do a three parts or series when reader is adopted by the boys in levy period she’s younger than both, one day her and the boys got zap in the spn tv universe on jensen door, hosts them in his home calling Jared trying to find a way to send them home, the reader is not part of the series so when jensen ask dean who she is dean seeing how jens looks at her tell she’s his girl, now her and dean have a complicated relationship (1) (2) dean had taken her virginity she had sex only with him but he’s to ass to admit his in love with her and want more, she’s heartbroken for that and Sammy is protective of her. For a week the boys stay in jensen home and everytime reader see jensen with his kids and danneel she have teary eyes, she’s not talking with dean and dean is going insane for that. One day danneel see how reader is watching at jensen playing with the kids and hugging her reader start crying (3) dee tell her that she’s watching them with so much love,she tell dee that jens have the same face of dean and she can’t stop thinking of having this with him when dee see behind reader dean and Sam earring them she tell her what’s stopping her of having that so she says that she’s ugly and dean don’t want girl like her that she’s just the comfort fuck after the nightmare, dee lock disappointment at dean then touching reader checks (4) dee say to her that since she come in her house jens fell in love with her how every night he tell her that he understands why dean loves her reader apologies to dee for that but dee laugh tell her that she know jens loves her but for some motives loves reader too then when dee see dean watching angry at jens who is earring too dee says to dean that at least jens had the balls to says that even if his married with her, when dean yell at jens he run away to not let them see him crying (5)reader go after him when she see him crying hug him telling him to stop pretending they’re not soul mate,she want him not jensen,she wish it was dean with they’re kids dean says something too,make love with the next morning when during breakfast jared is there too when dean and reader enter the room Jar says to jens & Sam why the Winchester have her and in the tv serie not when dean grunt something how fake Sammy want his girl too while she kiss his cheek whispering how only him can have her (6) dean smirk, reader talk with dee with jj on reader lap both dean/jens are watching reader talk with jj with adoration when cass pops up telling that reader in not in the series since she’s from this world taken in spn universe since she’s dean soul mate for that she’s much younger than him. When they have to come back twins/jj can’t stop hugging her jens too and dee is crying for loosing her. Jens jar threatens dean to treat her good or Sammy will beat him for them too (7) back at the bunker reader is a little sad because she can’t have that family with dean so she go bed, Sam tell dean why she’s sad dean go to her hugging her for behind that he will try to give her what she wish. Two years later jens door ring when he open dean reader with a one year baby in her hand and a big 6 months bump with Sam are at the door, jens go straight to reader dean grunt how fake him keep wanting his wife dee screaming when she see her the kids exited (8) dinner together, dee keep touching her bump and telling her that jens is jealous dean knocked her girls laughing dean going behind reader hugging her telling that when that pops out he puts another inside, flushed reader , dinner talking end with dean and reader in bed cuddling talking back at the bunker .... angst smutt fluff humor possessive protective dean

NON SPN

Dark Angel

More than a little girl Part 4/? published ON HIATUS DUE TO NONE EXISTENCE INTEREST

Alec McDowell reader as many parts &smut as u wnt were a group of transgenetics escape from manticore including alec max & reader but the reader is like the runt of the group like small but curvy & everyone underestimates her but wat they dont no is tht shes diff she can transition her face like they do off tvd as the group escapes they r surrounded by soliders and cant do anything then the reader takes them out and everyones amazed u can write how ever u want the reader and alec to be 2gether

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