#can we just take a moment to think about how excited jj would be when pope graduates
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Truth or Dare PT2
Pairings: BestFriend!JJ x BestFriend!Fem!Reader
Warnings: Squirting, oral (both), 69, embarrassment, Rafe calling, p in v, etc.
Summary: Part 2 of TorD
Authors Note: Don't know why this posted by itself again, but it was also not finished. I hope you enjoy it and if you want a part 3 let me know!
When you finally came down from your high, your cheeks were burning from embarrassment. You just pissed yourself in front of JJ, or so you thought. "I-I'm sorry. I don't know what happened...I tried to tell you." You responded to JJ as you got off of him and onto the bed. You hugged your knees to your chest and tried not to cry. "You have no idea what you just did, do you baby?" He smiled lightly to himself. You shook your head and hid in your lap. "I just pissed myself on my hot best friend's lap." You sounded like you were about to cry.
You felt a pair of hands lightly pushing your knees apart. You fought him but when he finally got them open, he placed kisses to your heat. This only caused more embarrassment. You squeezed your legs together, only slightly crushing his head between your thighs so he would back away, but it only caused him to moan. "Damn baby, keep doin that." He said continuing his licks. "The squeezing or the pissing?" You say annoyed.
JJ's hands grabbed your hips and pulled you towards him. He was now hovering you with his right hand holding him up. "Stop saying that." He said as stern and as serious as he could. "I'm sorry.." You say sweetly. He gently tucked a piece of hair that had fallen in your face, behind your ear. "You have nothing to be sorry for baby."
The heat rose to your cheeks again. Of course you did. It was the most embarrassing thing that could have happened in that moment. "Can we just lay down.. I'm not really in the mood anymore, and you said we have things to talk about." You say trying to hide yourself.
"As much as I'd love to talk about how I cockblocked Rafe, I'm more interested in talking about how you just squirted." He stifled a laugh. "Those two things sound beautiful together. I cockblocked Rafe from you then I made you squirt. Fuck." His dick twitched in his pants, but you didn't notice because you were processing his words. "Squirt?" You asked, you had no idea what that meant. He giggled to himself. "Basically you reached your peak but harder. Not everyone can do that though, you're talented." He reached over and rubbed your thigh. "Is that a good thing though?" You asked. "It's fucking amazing. It means our bodies work well together." JJ saw the look of relief come over your face as he smiled. He gave your forehead a little kiss. "Okay baby, serious question now that that is all cleared up." He seemed hesitant. "Are you actually done cause I need to know if I have to go wring myself out or not." His question caused laughter to erupt from you. "Let me take care of you. It's only fair."
JJ relieved himself of his clothes and climbed on the bed. Just as your lips were getting ready to touch his tip he spoke. "Wait- can we try something..?" He cautiously asked. You nodded in excitement as he described what he wanted to do.
You ended up sitting on his face and had his dick in your mouth. Being in 69 with JJ is not where you thought you'd be tonight. The sounds of moans and slurping and gagging are filling the room. Apparently the two of you don't care if Sarah and John B hear you. To be fair they've kept you both up before.
Just as you started sucking on JJ's balls, your phone began to ring. You stopped what you were doing to check it. "Who is it?" JJ asks taking his lips away long enough to only ask that question. "Rafe.." You responded. "Answer it." He sounds more bossy this time. He reattached his lips to your lower ones making a moan slip from you.
You answered the call waiting for him to speak first, but you heard a groan on the other side. "Hi, Y/N..I think our call dis-disconnected earlier. I've been trying to reach you since." He stumbled out. "So-sorry rrrafe" JJ's tongue was working wonders. "Put it on speaker baby." JJ whispered beneath you. You complied. "Are you touching yourself again baby?" You didn't know how to answer and JJ slapped your ass making you yelp a "yes" into the phone.
Suddenly you felt a hand reach up and steal your phone. He sucked on you harder and made it way louder than it needed to be. "Actually I'm touching her. Let me just say, she tastes so fucking good." He smirks into your pussy. He stuck his tongue into your hole which released a loud moan from your lips. "Is this some kind of fucking joke?" Rafe sounded angry.
JJ pulled his mouth away from you and slipped to fingers in to replace it. He was going just as fast as he did before. "You hear how wet her pussy is for me? If only you fucking knew." He announced. You couldn't help the tingling in your lower area. It was that same feeling that JJ introduced you to before. "Fuck! I'm gonna squirt Jayj." You couldn't help but scream out, Rafe definitely heard you. Before you could move, you were releasing your juices onto JJ's face. The moans that came from you were heavenly and JJ was almost stunned.
"I'd love to sit and chit-chat with you Cameron but as you can clearly hear, I'm busy." JJ said and hung up the phone. You got out of the position you were in so you could look at JJ. He looked shocked and so fucking happy. "I'm sorry JJ." You felt so bad. "That was so fucking amazing." He was on a high and he didn't even cum. His muscular arms pulled you closer and he pushed his lips to yours. He lifted you onto his lap as your make out became more heated. Your pussy found his cock and you began to grind on it, causing him to moan into your mouth.
You took this advantage and slipped onto his dick. The most pornstar sounding moan spilled from his mouth as you lowered yourself. "Fuck you're gonna ruin me baby." He gasped.
#outer banks#jj maybank#rudy pankow smut#rudy pankow x reader#obx fic#obx x reader#outer banks smut#jj maybank smut#jj maybank imagine#smut prompts#rafe obx#rafe outer banks#rafe cameron
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Sun Kissing
Summary: The BAU team just finished a case on the California coast and were rewarded with a couple days off for vacation, so Spencer's girlfriend convinced him to spend the day at the beach.
Pairing: Spencer Reid/Fem Reader
Category: Fluff, slight bit of angst with Spencers feelings towards the beach
Warnings: 13+, kissing/making out in public, slightly inappropriate thoughts in public
Word Count: 1.6k
AO3
“Are you sure about wanting to go to the beach? You do know we’re probably going to get sand in the food, potentially a sun burn which heightens your risk of melanoma, and not to mention the drug resistant bacteria that’s spread through seagull feces.” Spencer said with a glance down to his girlfriend, who stood beside him looking out at the ocean with a smile on her face.
“Spence, I’m sure. Remember half an hour ago when you told me we could do anything I wanted with our extra day off, and then when I said ‘are you sure, what if it’s something you don’t like’ and you told me you’ll like anything we end up doing because we’d be doing it together? This is what I choose. And we’re already here. I promise you I can help you enjoy the beach.” Y/n said back.
“I’m not sure,” Spencer said, biting his bottom lip in hesitation.
“Okay, how about this. Give it at least an hour, and if you’re really hating it we can just go for a stroll on the boardwalk and get some ice cream,” she looked up at him with pleading eyes.
Spencer always had trouble saying no when she gave him this look. Head tilted back so she could look up at him, brown eyes wide and reminiscent of a puppy, with a small pout. Usually she gave him this look when she was trying to convince him to order take out or to watch one of her favourite movies. And it was always a resounding yes, even if that movie was Mean Girls, and for the 5th time in a row. But they had never been to a location one of them had disliked before, so this was new territory for them.
“Okay. I can accept this compromise, but I make no promises,” he agreed with a sigh. Y/n jumped up in excitement, clapping her hands together like a kid who just received the best birthday present ever.
The excitement that y/n found in even the smallest moments was something about her that made Spencer just fall in love so much faster than he was used to. When she first started working for the BAU, covering JJ’s role as the media liaison, he was instantly infatuated. He liked to think he hid it well, but Derek would poke fun at his crush any chance he got.
When JJ came back from maternity leave and he saw her sitting in y/n’s chair, his heart skipped a beat. Thinking that he had missed his chance, that JJ was back to re-fill her roll and he would never see y/n again. Until she walked out of Hotch’s office five seconds later with the biggest grin on her face that he had ever seen.
Everyone in the bullpen had stopped to watch as she stood outside his door, jumping and squealing as if she had just found out she won the lottery. But really it was Spencer who had won, since she had been in a meeting with Hotch where he was offering her a full time position, thanks to JJ being promoted to a supervisory special agent.
Spencer asked her out that night, and they had been together ever since.
Now, Spencer held onto her waist as she rose up on her toes to give him an excited kiss after saying yes to the beach.
“Come on, it’s not that busy we can get a good spot down by the water!” She grabbed their two bags of beach supplied while he grabbed the small cooler full of drinks and snacks, then she led the way down the sand towards the calming blue waters.
He only tripped on the uneven sand a few times before y/n found a spot on the beach that was to her satisfaction. He watched as she dug out a big blanket and shook it out, placing it onto the ground and securing two corners with their bags. He placed the cooler on the third corner, and his shoes on the last.
Spencer had to admit, when he wasn’t thinking about potential bacterias in the sand, the warmth of it really did feel nice between his toes.
He took a seat on the blanket, watching as his girlfriend unpacked all of her beach essentials. Her Kindle, sunglasses, a small pillow to rest her head on while she tanned. And an umbrella that she aggressively stuck into the sand, casting their spot in a shadow that Spencer was grateful for. It wasn’t the hottest day out, but the sun could burn you even behind the clouds.
Spencer didn’t bring any of his books to the beach, not wanting them to get covered in sand that would inevitably make its way back to their hotel room. Instead he opted to people watch. Or more specifically, girlfriend watch. His eyes were drawn away from the water and towards her when she started to take off her clothes to reveal her bikini. A deep red with white stripes, it reminded Spencer of a candy cane and it made his mouth water.
She caught him looking at her chest, and when he didn’t look away, she smirked.
“Spencer, get those thoughts out of your head, we’re in public,” she laughed.
“What thoughts?” He asked innocently, finally looking to her eyes, and at the quirk of her eyebrow he gave in. “Sorry. But it’s hard when my girlfriend is most beautiful girl here.”
Y/n blushed and glanced around at the other people dotting the beach. Given that it was the middle of a work day in May, it was mostly young families and retired old couples walking up and down the sand for their daily exercise. But she took the complement in stride.
“Keep buttering me up like that and we’re going to be leaving earlier than an hour and skipping the ice cream as well.” Y/n leaned over Spencer, bringing herself closer to kiss him.
They might have been in public, but Spencer couldn’t help himself and wrapped his arm around her waist, drawing her in closer as he got lost in their kiss. Y/n nipped at his bottom lip, sending a shiver down his spine. He ran his hands along her body, enjoying the feel of all her skin thanks to the small bikini. They came to a stop on her butt, which felt as if there was no fabric there at all thanks to the style that she chose, so he squeezed. She let out a quiet moan, which fuelled him even further. Shoving his tongue in her mouth with a new fever, he tightened his grip on her butt in preparation to pull her fully on top of him, but before he could they were interrupted by a kid screaming not too far away.
Y/n broke away, panting, as she looked down the beach at the kids playing. Nobody was giving them any dirty looks for so much PDA in public, but Spencer still let go of his hold on her, guiding her to lay down beside him as he put her arm around her instead.
It took a few minutes for their breathing to return to normal, both of them with their eyes closed enjoying the warmth of the sun on their bodies.
“I think I could enjoy the beach,” Spencer broke the silence. Y/n propped herself up on her elbow to look at him.
“Yeah? So does that mean we can stay longer than an hour?”
“Actually, after the hour I was thinking we could go back to our hotel room and have a different kind of fun,” he smirked at her, lazily running his fingers up and down her arm.
“Oh! I like that idea,” Y/n blushed, thinking about reenacting what they just did on the beach but in the privacy of their room, and continuing on without any interruptions. “But first we’ve got to make the most of the beach. Let’s go for a swim!”
She jumped up off the blanket and Spencer watched as her hips swung while she ran towards the water.
“Come on!” She stopped a few feet before the water, turning back to yell at him. “Take that shirt off and come for a swim with me.” Then she spun back around and ran into the ocean until she couldn’t run anymore, and dove in.
It had been a while since Spencer had been in the ocean, or even a swimming pool, and he kind of craved the feeling of being weightless in the water. He pulled off his shirt and ran to meet her. It was cold and a shock to the system as he dove into the water, but it helped cool off his thoughts of what he would be doing to her an hour from now.
They didn’t go in too deep, which made it easier for Spencer to sneak up behind her and lift her over his shoulder. Y/n let out a yell as he spun around and tossed her into the water.
“That’s not fair, I can’t lift you like that,” she said when she resurfaced. Then as he was distracted about to apologize she splashed him with as much water as she could manage. Which wasn’t as much as he probably could have done, but it was enough to get some of the salty water into his mouth.
Y/n laughed as he spit it out and wiped the water off his face. But then he was on her in a second, tickling her sides and making her squeal in laughter.
“I surrender, I surrender!” She managed to say between breaths of laughter. Spencer stopped his attack and pulled her into his chest for a hug.
“I love you.” He said with a kiss to the top of her head.
“I love you too. Thank you for enduring the beach for me,” Y/n said, squeezing him a little bit tighter.
“Anything for you, my love.”
Thank you so much for reading!
#spencer reid fanfiction#spencer reid/reader#spencer reid/you#spencer reid x reader#spencer reid fic#spencer reid fanfic#spencer reid fluff#spencer reid/fem reader
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Can I request a Spencer Reid fic where reader is a total naive sweetheart who goes to Pilates and is always in pink and Spencer introduces her to the Bau and she just thinks the smallest details of a case are TERRIFYING and the entire team is like “how does this work” but Spencer is doting on her the whole time and they’re like “ahhh I see, savior complex”
Sorry it’s long! Feel free to change anything!!<333
Hi lovely, ty for the request! Hopefully, this is okay🥰warnings: fluff, use of pet names and y/n, mentions of going for a drink (0.6k)
It is by a pure chance, that you and Spencer meet his team. He bailed on going out to get drinks with them and instead went to pick you up from your pilates class with intent to take you out for a date night.
You walk (you are almost skipping as you go, too happy to see your Spence) hand in hand towards your apartment for you to change. Because it wouldn't be really appropriate for you to go to the restaurant in a pink working out set and especially with the pink yoga mat.
And that's when it happens, you turn around the corner and suddenly the whole team is in front of you. You would almost miss them, too focused on listening to Spencer, but he stops walking, making you avert your attention towards them.
"Oh Spence, is that your team?" you ask innocently, eyes very curious. You don't realise, that Spencer is going to be teased so much for hiding your relationship.
"Yes, it is, sweetheart," he says and he can do nothing else as the team immediately starts towards you, their eyes and mouths wide open.
"Hey guys," he greets them with a sigh.
"Well hello to you too, pretty boy," Derek says with a big smirk, "I thought, you were too tired to go out." Spencer knows he shouldn't have lied to them, but he wanted to go out with you too badly, not seeing you for a week.
"I'm sorry guys," he says, cheeks flushed pink.
"You should be," Penelope quips in and then eagerly adds," but introduce us and maybe you'll be forgiven."
Spencer sighs again, meanwhile you are smiling shyly at everybody, eyes big as you look at them.
"Everybody, this is y/n, my girlfriend," there's a loud gasp and Spencer is pretty sure, that it came from Penelope.
There's a moment of silence as Spencer's words sink in. Finally, Rossi, more mature then anyone else, sticks his hand out and introduces himself to you. Soon, the others recover and follow his lead.
"It's so nice to meet you guys, Spencer's told me so much about you. It's great to finally add the faces to your names," you tell them with a big big smile.
"It's nice to meet you too, but we would love to know about you beforehand," JJ says, looking pointedly at Spencer, to which he just rolls his eyes to.
"I'm sorry, I just didn't know how to bring it up," he explains, his hand scratching his neck.
"It's okay, we understand," Hotch, the other more mature one, assures him.
"How about you join us guys? You can tell us about how you guys met?" Penelope, the sweetheart she is, invites you for drinks.
"I don't know guys, y/n doesn't really like hearing anything about the work-"
"What? You guys will talk about the case?" you scrunch your face in distaste," I don't think we can join you then, I wouldn't be able to fall asleep for weeks." You look so scared, that it has the profilers worried for a second.
But Penelope saves the day, " no no no, don't worry. They aren't allowed to talk about it around me, I get enough nightmares from work as it is. I ,too, definitely don't want to hear any more details,"
"Really?" you ask with quiet voice, Spencer squeezes your hand in reassurance. Giving you a small smile.
"Really." There's a chorus of agreements from everybody else. To which a huge smile grows on your face, replacing the sad, scared one.
"Okay, great. I just need to go change, I live close from here. So we'll be back quickly," you say with excitement and before they can respond, you are out of there, dragging Spencer with you.
Leaving the team with confused faces and even more questions, about how does your relationship work with you being terrified to even hear a single thing about Spencer work and being like complete opposite to him.
#spencer reid x reader#spencer reid imagine#spencer reid x fem!reader#spencer reid fluff#spencer reid fanfiction#spencer reid x y/n#spencer reid
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Long Live
Happy end of tour H! You deserve the break! I hope you enjoy the blurb so so much! Come talk to me about it! All my love, as always, for you
July 23, 2023
Harry. Reggio Emilia, Italy. 12:00 AM.
As soon as the lock opened and the door pushed open, I let out a breath of relief and turned to kiss the side of Pippa’s head, who had snuggled as soon as I lifted her from her car seat, Y/N was just behind me with JJ still in hers, while Rachel, our nanny, brought in the diaper bags and stroller.
We all stopped in the foyer and smiled, Y/N was the first to speak in a hushed tone, “Rachel thank you for everything, please go rest and tomorrow enjoy your day, we will probably stay in bed all day until the party”, she smiled, “Thank you, for everything, this has been an amazing journey and I am so excited for you guys”.
Harry and I smiled and squeezed her arm, we parked the stroller and grabbed the diaper bag and made our way up the stairs. Once in our bedroom I kissed Pippa’s head and laid her down, making sure she had her bunny and binky with her and put a blanket over her lower torso.
Y/N was pulling JJ out of her car seat and kissing her chubby cheeks, then whispered, “Hi bug, are you wanting to party with mum and dad?”, I smiled and walked to her and kissed her temple and reached for the baby while Y/N went to change her outfit.
I walked over to the makeshift changing table and started chatting with my baby, “Hi JJ, hi baby, did you enjoy the show? Did daddy sing good?”, she cooed a little and I finished changing her, picked her up and kissed her cheeks, which had increasingly grown in the last month.
Y/N walked out of the bathroom and smiled, she walked to us and kissed my back while I ran my hand down my back, “Do you want to take a shower and get ready for bed?”, I turned to look at her, “Can I feed her? if you need to I don’t mind but I would love to”, Y/N shook her head and smiled, “Absolutely baby, there’s a bottle in the insulation bag, I’ll pump no problem”.
I smiled at her and reached for the bottle, the settled in the bed and started feeding JJ, I still couldn’t believe she was here, and how much she looked like me and how much I loved her, Pip, and my lover. This last leg of tour had been a crazy ride, full of worry and a lot of tears from both grown-ups and infants alike.
But alas everything comes to an end, and now, I couldn’t wait to just watch my girls grow up. Once JJ finished feeding, I burped her and laid her down over my knees. I still remember how much I loved doing this with Pip, the moment where she was teeny and awake and also falling back asleep.
Y/N came back into the room and after finishing her night routine she sat down next to me, she kissed JJ’s cheeks and mine before speaking up, “What are you thinking about?”, I smiled and grabbed JJ’s hand, “About everything, I am grieving the end of tour, the life I led until now; but I am also excited about everything I am getting to do now, like bedtime routines, and reading a story to the girls, make dinner for you, just… just be us, “The Styles” you know?”
She smiled and nodded, “I know baby, it feels like forever when we talked about this and look at us now; two baby girls to kiss and cuddle all day long, and a whole lot of free time for us to enjoy, starting with our vacation here in Italy.”
I grinned and nodded, “I am so ready, we just have to wait about four days, and we will be just us four, the only thing I’ve been wanting for a while and then it is home to rest”, she sat up and gave me a teasing smile, “Oh didn’t I tell you? You have about ten or twelve IKEA boxes waiting for my handsome builder”.
I laughed a little then shushed JJ who was startled awake, Y/N made grabby hands for her and I kissed her cheeks before handing the baby to Y/N and going to the bathroom and doing my nighttime routine before settling back in bed with her, I pulled her into my arms and kissed all over her face before stopping just a little far from her lips and whispering, “Thank you, for being my muse, my love, my friend, my whole heart and whole life.”
She smiled and ran a hand down my cheek, “Thank you for letting me love you and give you everything, and I promise to continue to do so, for as long as you let me, wherever life takes us”, then pulled her in for a kiss I hoped showed all the love I had for her. I was excited, I was happy, I was content, and I hope for the life of me that this feeling never ends.
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Mami
summary: JJ is in love with his brazilian girlfriend.
pairing: JJ Maybank x brazilian🇧🇷fem!reader
620 words
a/n: Clearly nothing of self projection in this, as you might notice. I just wanted to read something like that and who's better to write it than a latin? Let me know if you want a spanish reader fic too. <3
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This is something JJ never thought that could happen to him, dating a beautiful latin girl, and being hopeless in love with her, now he considers himself the luckiest guy in the island.
JJ parked his motorcycle outside her house, a small house, but she made it feel like the total definition of home, with the roses and little wildflowers she spread along the tiny garden, the unmatched chairs around the thrifted table in the porch. He could hear the music loud even before coming in, it was Raça Negra sounding off in the speaker, he was able to tell after all the experience with Y/N's music, pagode right after she woke, Slipmami when she wanted to set a mood in bed and ride him all by herself, he is such a fool for her like that. Opening the front door lightly JJ perked through it, her silhouette was in the front of the stove, hips swaing to the sound of Cheia de Mania, it felt like his heart went up to his head, just like it always do everytime he sees her, hair clipped up, short skirt hanging loose, bikini straps showing at the waist line, top tied just in a simple bow and he remembered what he was there for, they were going to the beach, excitement flowing through his body for thinking about spending a whole day with his mulatta queen laying in the sun light, skin so tan looking oiled cause of the sunscreen.
"Hi mami." He knocked in the door after closing it, Y/N turned around, a bowl of pancake dough in her hands, a smile beginning to light her face.
"Hi! I'm making breakfast , its gonna be quick. I slept to much, but I just need to eat and we can go." she gabbled while walking around the kitchen, flipping a pancake, filling a cup with coffee, grabing a plate she stopped. "Do you wanna eat with me? I'm talking way to much, aren't I?"
He smiled rouding her waist with his arms, head resting against her shoulder, peppering kisses in her neck. "It's not like I don't like it, mami. I want a salt pancake, that ones you do with cheese and ham"
"What about coffee, American Boy?"
"A beer would be perfect." he grinned at her, she pushed him away with a disgusted expression.
"Eca! We do have to take some to the beach, but in the breakfast?!" she complained while flipping the pancake, she is the best when it becomes to drinks, caipirinhas, quentão, brazilian limonades, nobody could stay sober in a party if Y/N made the drinks "Whatever, they're in the... the... the thing you use to make things cold."
JJ laughed lightly, he understand how sometimes the words slip from her mind, how her vowels are too portuguese at some words, how her english goes to hell when he goes down on her and, fuck, how he loves that. "The fridge, you mean?" "Yes!" she smiled, setting the plates down.
Hot salt pancakes laying beautifully in front of them. Tá Vendo Aquela Lua starting on the speaker.
"Oh, Jay, you have to dance this one with me!" she begged, reaching his hands to bring him to the middle of the american style kitchen.
"But look at those pancakes." JJ whined.
"But. Look at my ass, wouldn't you like to hold it while I shake it?" he grunted, following her, holding her hips a little too low, her hands float to his shoulders as she swayd to the music rhythm, laughing when he longed the twirl just to take a look at her, singing to him, she didn't mind to translate it. She knew he understood. How they were meant to be, how she would do anything for him, how she wanted to stop right in that moment because anything, anybody and anywhere would feel better than that.
The coffee and the pancakes were getting cold, but their love was just warmer and warmer inside their hearts.
#jj maybank#obx fanfiction#jj maybank fanfiction#jj maybank x reader#jj maybank imagine#jj maybank smut#jj maybank fic
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Hey love i have a request for JJ Maybank or Klaus. him chearing his girl up (with sex) after her football team lost their game. My country lost the first game on the world cup today and I would just need any of them with me rn. thank u<3
SCORED — j.m
pairing jj maybank x fem!reader
summary jj cheers you up after your favourite football team loses their first game in the world cup.
warnings 18+, unprotected sex, oral sex (f. receiving), fingering, breeding kink, praise kink, language
author's note ik argentina won the world cup (period), but this was requested before they did so yeah. not proofread because i've been drinking 💀
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you sighed, plopping down onto your bed face first. you were enthusiastic mere hours ago, hoping and praying that your team would go far during the world cup. however, much to your dismay, things hadn't exactly gone to plan. all your excitement had vanished, leaving you in a puddle of misery and disappointment.
jj had heard you screaming at the tv from downstairs, so when he looked over at you ad your mopey expression from his side of the bed, he wasn't surprised. "baby, i know you're upset that argentina lost, but it was just one game. they can still take the whole thing," he said as he rubbed your back, striving to ease your heartache.
"i know, but that doesn't mean i don't get to feel their loss with them. it hurts," you replied, voice muffled thanks to the comforter you've smushed your face against.
"would one of my famous back massages make you feel better?"
you lifted your face up from the bed, and your eyes landed on jj's hopeful smile. damn him and his goddamn dimple.
"yeah."
his grin widened, and he straddled your back to work on your tense muscles.
shoving the hem of your shirt up to your shoulder blades, his hands instantly got to work, kneading and massaging your back. if witchcraft existed, it would be in the form of jj's magical hands. they knew your body as well as his own; what made you tick, what relieved your tension, and what actions could leave you at his mercy. he took pride in how he knew you inside out.
as he continued to work through the knots in your back, soft little moans would tumble past your lips, and it was becoming difficult to concentrate. every noise you made echoed in his mind and brought up memories of past moments of passion shared between you two. jj tried to push his thoughts to the back of his mind, but to no avail. all he could think about was having you in whatever position he wanted while he performed unspeakable acts on you.
so caught up in his own head, jj failed to notice that his cock was getting harder and harder as the seconds passed. it was hard — no pun intended — not to detect. it was unavoidable; he needed you. needed to hear you calling out his name as his cock slammed into you over and over, legs trembling as you clung onto him like your life depended on it.
jj dropped his head, starting to leave wet kisses up the outline of your spine. once he was close enough, he kissed the shell of your ear.
"i don't think i'm the only one who needs help feeling better, j. i can feel how hard you are for me," you whispered, your fingers threading through his hair behind you. "maybe we can help each other?"
"fuck yeah," he breathed in response, moving closer to your face so he could kiss you. your lips touched, electricity coursing between your mouths as you expressed your need for each other with your lips. jj bit down on your bottom lip, tugging at it and drawing another one of those heaven-sent moans from you.
you pulled away, nudging him off you so you could turn over. "why are you still wearing these?" you questioned, fingers toying with his clothes. "take 'em off, handsome."
"you first," he smirked teasingly before obliging and stripping his shirt and shorts off. you also removed your clothes and laid back on the bed as you waited for jj to climb over you.
once he did, his lips found yours again, as one of his hands trailed down your body. he rubbed circles over your panty-clad clit, eliciting a whine from you.
"i love how fucking responsive you are. all it takes is the smallest touch to make you a mess for me," he taunts, rubbing harshly as your hips met his movements. the material separating you from his touch was becoming a nuisance, and you moved his hand to discard them from your body. jj beat you to it, taking the hem between his teeth and dragging the panties down your legs slowly.
the slick seeping from your pussy glistened thanks to the sunlight flowing into the room from the window, and jj visibly salivated as he licked his lips. "my favourite fucking meal," he rasped, before delving in.
his lips instantly wrapped around your clit, knowing that clitoral stimulation was what pushed you over the edge. he didn't feel like teasing you today; he just wanted you to forget about your sorrows and make you feel the best you ever had at his hands. you mewled when his tongue slathered around your sensitive bundle of nerves, pushing it back and forth. he then dragged his tongue down to your entrance, craving the taste of you. "so sweet. always so fucking sweet."
pulling back, he looked up at you. "you wanna taste yourself, pretty girl?"
you nodded furiously in response, loving the way he was speaking to you. his words were just as magical as his hands; they could push you to the brink alone if they wanted to.
jj pushed his index and middle finger into you, thrusting and curling upward as he leaned up to kiss you. your tongues collided as you kissed, and you could taste a bit of yourself in his mouth. the filthy action drove you crazy, and your walls clamped down around his digits.
"shit, j. so close already, gonna come," you whined, head thrown back as jj's lips found your neck. his teeth scraped at your collarbone, and his hand picked up the pace, pushing you over the edge as you reached your first orgasm. you came loudly, trembling as your high coursed through your body.
once you came down, your finger hooked itself in his shark tooth necklace, and you pulled his lips to yours. your free hand slid down his torso, feeling every ridge and dip of his abs before you reached his clothed cock. you snuck your hand in, fingers circling around his length as you stroked him gently. he groaned into your mouth, hips subconsciously moving closer to your touch.
"you're gonna take every inch of me, yeah? your pretty little pussy gonna swallow me whole and keep me inside?"
"yes, baby. need you buried all the way inside me," you begged, giving him the pout he always fails to hold out against.
he grinned, moving your hand from his briefs so he could strip them off. he threw them on the floor carelessly before looking back to you. "do me a favour?"
"anything, j," you whispered, the words true to your heart.
"roll over and put this pillow under your hips for me," he responded, handing you one of your pillows. you nodded, doing as he said. he then climbed back on top of you, straddling the back of your thighs with the tip of his cock brushing against your wet core. he sucked in a breath at the light contact, cock twitching with want. he pushed inside slowly, one hand guiding himself inside and the other resting on your hip. you both simultaneously let out a satisfied moan, feeling the relief quell the ache that burned inside you both.
jj leaned his upper body against your back, his forearms resting on the mattress on either side of you, caging you in. he began to thrust his hips slowly, his cock pushing into you deep with each movement. the position he ordered you into, accompanied by the pillow placed under your hips, had you seeing stars with every plunge of his length. he rocked into you so deeply that it knocked every unrelated thought out of your brain. all you could focus on was how he was making you feel.
"love how good for me you are, pretty girl. my good girl always behaves for me. you love pleasing me, don't you?"
"yes, baby. i'd do anything to make you happy," you replied, clutching onto the sheets beneath you. "love being your little toy and getting to please you."
"love you so fucking much, princess. love how you let me fuck you whenever i want. you're so fucking good for me; make me so fucking proud, baby. you and your tight little pussy," he rasped, hips beginning to rock into you a bit faster.
your walls clenched around him as his filthy words stroked your ego and his equally filthy movements stroked your g-spot just right. you were putty in his hands, biting down on the pillow in front of your face as you whimpered. you never wanted jj to be anywhere else. you wanted him inside you, every minute of every day for the rest of your life.
"c'mon, baby. come for me. i'm right here, i'm not going anywhere," jj encouraged as he left open-mouthed kisses on your shoulder blades, sucking soft red hues into your skin.
"wanna come with you, j. need to feel you twitch inside me and fill me up," you whined, your hand wrapping around one of his biceps as you let him fuck into you faster.
"i'm close, baby. go ahead, make daddy proud and come with me," he said, chasing both of your highs with each thrust of his hips.
"fuck, right there, j. shit."
you squealed as jj let out a loud groan, the two of you reaching your highs together. his hips stuttered while he kept thrusting inside of you, spurring you on as you came. your cunt squeezed him with a vice grip as if it wanted to cage him in.
"goddamn," jj rasped, collapsing onto your back as you both panted, coming down from your climaxes, "that was perfect. you're perfect." he mustered up his energy, rolling off of you. his fingers swiped some hair out of your face as he smirked at you.
your brows furrowed. "what?" you questioned, knowing he was up to something.
"i know your team lost, pretty girl, but you still scored," he replied with a wink, and all you could do was let out a laugh.
"you're an idiot."
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Little Genius
-Description: You and Spencer are married. You two have a beautiful daughter, who is coming to work with you.
-Warnings: Fluffiness, having a child
-Word count: 1376
-Note: I love this story so much! I think, this idea is absolutely perfect and sweet.
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Y/N POV:
'Can I come with you, mommy?' our 6 year old daughter asked. Just then, my beautiful husband walked into the kitchen.
'To where, (Y/D/N)?' I asked her, as I gave her a sandwich for breakfast.
'To work. Please.' she begged, taking a bite from her food.
I looked over at Spencer, knowing we had probably just paperwork, and that (Y/D/N) can amuse herself by drawing there. Spencer gave me a slight nod, and walked towards me.
'Okey, sweety. You can come with us today.' I answered, as she cheered from excitement.
Suddenly, I felt two soft lips on mine, as Spencer and I, shared a loving kiss.
'Honey, why don't you go grab your bag with your drawing material in it?' Spencer asked (Y/D/N), as she nodded and ran towards her bedroom.
'I love you.' I looked into Spencer's hazel eyes, while he looked at me, with the same love and admiration.
'I love you, even more.' he replied, as he wrapped me into one of his soft hugs, I love so much. I smiled, amused.
Then, (Y/D/N) ran back, with her bag on her little shoulders, as a huge smile was formed on her face.
'Are you ready?' I asked her, before grabbing my bag by myself.
'Yes!' she exclaimed, still so excited.
'Let's go then.'
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The drive to the BAU didn't took long, and soon enough we walked the building in.
'Good morning, Mr and Mrs Reid. And, little (Y/D/N).' the guard by the income hall greeted us.
We greeted him back, before we made our way to the elevator. Up to the 6th floor, the elevator doors opened. We got greeted by JJ, who just walked by. (Y/D/N) immediately ran towards her, as JJ spread her arms open, ready to catch the 6 year old.
'JJ! You're here!' she yelled, as the two hugged.
'Of course, I'm here! I'm so happy that you are here!'
Spencer and I, smiled at them, both so happy how our lives turned out. The others also came to us, hearing all the comotion. When (Y/D/N) saw them, she quickly ran towards all of them, hugging them, happily.
'Our kid, really loves the team, huh?' I chuckled to Spencer, who laughed by himself.
'Just like we do.' he replied, causing me to smile, and nod in agreement.
Suddenly, we heard the familiar sound of ticking heels, coming quickly towards us. When (Y/D/N) looked up, she ran to the other blonde.
'Penny!' she yelled, excitedly.
'(Y/D/N)!' Penelope yelled, just as excited as her.
'What are you doing here?' she asked, wrapping her in a sweet hug.
'Mommy and daddy allowed me to come with them to work.'
'They did? That's great! I began to miss you.'
'I missed you too!'
My heart melted, by seeing them communicate. I can't imagine a better family.
'I'm sorry for ruining this moment, but we have a case.' Aaron spoke, as (Y/D/N) came back to us, not sure what to do.
'Hey (Y/D/N), are you coming with us, to discuss the case?' Spencer asked, as everyone looked confused, and a little bit concerned.
I chuckled at their faces, knowing that this will be the first time for (Y/D/N), to hear us discuss a case. But, I wasn't concerned. I knew well, that there are probably going to be bloody pictures, but I also knew, that she can handle it.
(Y/D/N) her eyes began to light up, as she gets even more excited. She already began to speed up to the conference room, following the others.
'Reid, are you sure about this? I mean, I can't even stand those pictures, and I'm an adult.' Penelope spoke, concerned about our daughter.
'I'm sure, Garcia. You would be surprised.'
While they were walking ahead of me, Aaron began to walk next to me.
'(Y/L/N), are you and Reid, sure about this?'
'We are, Hotch. Trust me, she can handle it.' I assured him, as we reached the conference room.
Everyone took a seat, Spencer sitting next to me, as I lifted (Y/D/N) up, placing her on my lap.
'Sweety, you know there can be bloody pictures on the screen?' I asked her, wanting to be sure of her choise.
'I know, mommy. I'm sure.'
I smiled at her, whispering an "okey", as I pressed a kiss on her head.
'In Richmond, Virginia, there are 3 bodies found, in a small forest, only a few streets away from a public high school.' JJ began, as the 3 pictures of the victims appeared on the screen.
'Heather Doms, Ray Awens, and Suzy Dizz, were found only a few hours ago. The cause of death was hit on the head. Probably with a bat.'
Just as everyone thought, it were bloody pictures. As the victims were hit on the head, obviously their heads were full of blood. We all looked at (Y/D/N), as the others were surprised by her reaction. She didn't showed any fear, not even disgust. She just looked at the screen, eyes concentrated, like she was scanning the pictures.
'Aren't you scared, (Y/D/N)?' Emily asked her, as the little girl looked up.
'No, this is just interesting.' she replied, nonchalantly, causing me and Spencer, to laugh, slightly.
'Daddy, I think, I know why the person did it.' (Y/D/N) spoke, as everyone looked up.
'Oh yeah? Tell us, what do you think?'
Then, (Y/D/N) jumped out of my legs, and went to the screen. She tried to point at something, but she was too little, to reach the screen. She began to jump, as Derek stood up, and picked her up.
'Look, if you look very closely, you can see a symbol, drawn on the neck. It's the symbol of atheists. I think, the person believes in God, and murder people who don't.' she pointed out.
They all looked surprised, and came closer to the screen, since the symbol wasn't drew big. In the meanwhile, Derek placed her back on the floor.
'I think, she may is right.' Derek said, causing the girl to smile.
I squatted down, with my arms open, gesturing my daughter to come in my arms. (Y/D/N) immediately accepted the invite, and hugged me, as I hugged her back.
'Good job! I'm so proud of you!' I congratulated her, and she giggles.
'You did great, honey. Would you like to stay here with Penelope, while we are gone? Then, she can look up immediately, if you are right, and if these people are atheists.' Spencer said, while he gave her a hug as well.
(Y/D/N) nodded, as we looked over at Penelope.
'I would love to spend some time with her. I will take good care of her.' she answered, smiling.
'Thank you, Penny.'
'Let's go to the SUV's. Good luck, (Y/D/N).' Aaron spoke, as Spencer and I, gave her a last hug.
Luckily, it is only an hour and a half driving to Richmond. We all took a seat into the black SUV's, as we almost immediately got a phone call from Penelope.
'Hello, my sunshines. (Y/D/N) has spoken and is right. The 3 victims are atheists.' Spencer and I, both laughed, as we didn't expect something else from her.
'Thanks, Garcia.' David answered, also chuckling. We hung up the phone, as Derek began to speak.
'No, but, how is it possible that she knows that? She is only 6 years old.'
'Well, I think, she has her dad's brains.' I replied, before I gave a kiss on my husband's cheek.
'But, she has definitely your looks.' Spencer admitted, causing me to smile.
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Ooh, pls tell us your thoughts about the 3x05 bike scene!
Okayyy. So I kinda had thoughts on this when watching the scene but talking about JJ taking the fall for Pope and his self sacrificing tendencies it got a little more fleshed out in my mind.
So time and time again we have JJ putting his friends above him. Above his life, future and safety. All to different degrees but it’s a recurring theme. JJ leading the dog away, confessing to a felony he didn’t commit, preparing for a shoot out for John b, jail break plan ect ect ect. And the bike chase scene is just a continuation of this reckless, self sacrificing, self fulfilling prophecy sort of behaviour. He’s going to die young or end up in jail anyway - so might as well do it for something worth while.
In this case we get JJ provoking and leading away the cops - not before making sure Kie is safe and away from this risk - leading to a very dangerous chase that will end in him getting arrested or dying, like he almost did. To protect his friends and what’s important to them, the cross. JJ does this because he sees this as his role, and it gets reinforced in moments when Pope lets him take the fall like I was saying earlier. JJ’s been raised to think love is conditional, conditional to what you give and to not take to much. So it’s almost like JJ feels the need to show his worth to his friends by being this scapegoat for them constantly, there’s a reason for them to keep him around and love him then.
And this continually gets reinforced to JJ after the fact because of how the pogues react when he makes it out and is okay. When he sees Pope again at midsummers he gets a hug and concern from Pope. Aka he receives affection and proof of love so it makes when he did worth it and justifies it in his head. Self-sacrifice = people love you.
The same thing happens after the bike accident. Pope hugs him, happy and excited that he’s alive. Even Sarah who pushed him and tells him off a bit hugs him and is overall is just relieved that he’s alive and okay. More love. More reassurance. More justification for him acting like he’s does.
But. For the first time. We get a response that sends a different message to JJ. He get Kies reaction. Which isn’t just pure relief that he’s okay. Which isn’t just hugging him and holding him close and showering him in love. We get Kie who’s just had a breakdown thinking she lost him, we get Kie staring him down, mad, telling him not to do it again.
The guilt on JJ’s face is so evident in this moment. In this moment it is made clear to him that losing him would wreck kiara. That the sacrifice would not be worth the cost to her. That he’s worth more than what they have to gain from him doing dumb shit. Kie doesn’t just let him get away with it, she doesn’t reinforce this idea in his head of what his role is, this idea that if he does everything he can to make sure his friends are okay it will prove he loved them and in return they will love him. That that’s how you get people to care about you, by serving them. But instead Kie is mad at him and JJ can finally see that by hurting himself it’s not just hurting him. And that the loss of him would actually truly effect the others. That in trying to help them by putting himself beneath them is actually hurting them.
I think Kie’s reaction here is something so new and different to JJ and it started that tipping point of him knowing his worth. Of him realising that he’s loved unconditionally and he doesn’t need to earn it. Finally JJ can see the effect him doing these things has on other rather than them just being greatfull that he came out okay in the end.
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unknown targets — spencer reid
request: Where it’s a Spencer x fem! Reader, and they are married (the team loves them together). What if they had 2 kids (you can choose gender), JJ is the only one that knows about their kids because they didn’t want their kids to become targets to unsubs. One day while they are hunting down Scratch ( a little before Hotch leaves), and a letter gets sent to the team. It’s a picture of Spencer and the readers kids. Everyone is confused on who they are, which causes Spencer and the reader to tell them. It’s up to the team to find them
summary: the team gets a letter from scratch that includes an image of you and spencer’s kids. the problem? they were supposed to be a secret to everyone but you.
pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader
category: angst with happy ending
content warnings: language, kidnapped children, overconsumption of coffee
word count: 1.8k
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It was the worst scenario Spencer could have ever imagined.
The moment you’d told him you were having a kid, he’d been petrified of this exact moment. Having little Florence in his life though made all the worry worth it. Then Nicky came along and Spencer was sure he couldn’t be happier. Your kids became his life, the very thing that made him so excited to go home at the end of the day.
You couldn’t believe your luck either. It was the perfect family, the happiest ending you could have ever pictured for yourself.
Then came the picture in the mail. All it took was one picture, one particular image to ruin everything.
Because when the kids were born, you and Spencer came to a tough decision. It would be better for the team to not know about it. The only person who knew was JJ because she’d helped you take the time off you needed while taking care of the babies. It had been to protect them, considering their parents were both elite agents in the FBI.
Except now, one of the worst unsubs they’d ever tried to take down not only knew about your kids but had them somewhere.
So that was how you and Spencer stood in front of the team now, each of them passing around a photo of your kids holding hands with Mr. Scratch.
“You have kids,” Emily was the first to speak up, handing the picture back to Spencer despite his quivering hands.
“They were taken by Scratch. They were both in elementary school and the school said they got into a car that looked like ours,” Spencer explained nervously. He hadn’t been able to sit still since you’d gotten the call from your babysitter that the kids weren’t at the school, since speeding home and finding that picture taped to the door.
That fucking picture, of Scratch holding onto two little hands, of your kids looking perfectly healthy but confused, a ghost of a smile on each of their faces beyond it. You could only imagine what he’d told them to elicit such a Spencer look from them—Smile for Mommy and Daddy, kids. We want to let them know Uncle Scratch got you okay.
The thought curdled in your stomach, made you grip the skin there with such force you were sure your nails would leave little crescent indentations behind. Your husband watched you, hand hovering just over yours as he fought to consider what level of comfort you needed now and what you would actually want.
Because ever since the beginning, the two of you had rules for each other. Limit the outward shows of affection at work, partly to maintain a reputation and so no unsub would notice the obvious chink in both of your respective armors.
It was meant to protect you, but all you could think now was that it may have damned you.
Because here was your team, immediately launching into action when your explanation halted. Your team, having never met these kids before, were ready to lay their lives down for them you were sure. Derek grabbed a set of keys and announced that he and JJ would go to the school, to trace the exact path that led to your kids’ disappearance. Emily would continue trying to track Scratch from where they’d lost him before, every so often watching the two of you for signs of needing help. Penny would be scouring databases and networks, knowing Scratch couldn’t be working alone, not if he managed to get ahold of both of your kids so easily. Rossi and Tara would go to talk to witnesses, your babysitter, anyone who could give them a scrap of information you didn’t already know.
You and Spencer would both try to work too. You’d pour over the evidence, trying to keep your eyes off of that picture now pinned to a board with their names written in Spencer’s writing under it. You’d see the moment Hotch pulled your husband away, and you’d see the moment your husband returned with red-rimmed eyes and a determined look on his entire body.
Hotch would pull you aside too, guiding you to his office and shutting the door. “You need to take breaks, too,” he would remind you, sliding you a cup of coffee you already knew wouldn’t have nearly enough cream for your taste but appreciating the offering regardless.
“I’ll take a break when they’re found,” you answered, and Hotch didn’t seem surprised in the least by your reply. You fought to remind yourself that out of everyone here, he was the one who understood your struggle far too closely. His wife and child had been taken by an unsub too, though his had a far more gruesome ending than you were hoping for.
“Your kids need you at your best right now,” he told you, watching as you cradled the cup of coffee that would count as your fourth of the day. “You can’t be at your best if you burn yourself out.”
“Look, Hotch, every second I spend resting is another second they’re with him. I can’t—I can’t even breathe thinking about what’s happening to them.”
“That’s what he wants, you know.” And you did, fuck did you understand that. Hell, you were on the team of people who were supposed to understand unsub’s motives, of course, you would understand that Scratch’s motive was to send you and Spencer into a panic. If you were terrified for your kids, then you weren’t in the right headspace to catch him. He could get away with everything if he had that sort of leverage over you.
“Fuck,” you hissed, gulping down the rest of the coffee and setting it down on Hotch’s desk. You’d apologize for the language later, for the ring that was sure to form on his desk under the mug. “Fuck, you’re right. You’re always right.”
As you bolted out of his office to collect your husband, you were sure you saw pride in Hotch’s eyes—it wasn’t hard to imagine that pride was there simply for you.
Your relief didn’t come until a full twenty-four hours later. It was Tara who’d been able to put the pieces together, who was able to find the house your kids were being kept at. Even before you’d gotten there, you knew that of all the things you’d find there, Scratch would not be among them.
That had been the deal he’d sent you in the encrypted message. Let him get away, stall to give him time, and your kids would be returned to you. After your team had caught onto Scratch’s plan, after they were closing in on him, this message was the only thing that gave you proof your kids were still alright, that they still could come back from this.
That didn’t stop you from rushing into the house the second you could, the only person able to match your speed being Spencer himself. Your kids were in front of a TV, watching an old episode of Wiley E Coyote narrowly missing the Roadrunner.
The symbolism was not lost on you.
“Mommy! Daddy!” Florence was the first to notice you, not phased at all by all the vests and guns and people around her. She only saw you two, first sprinting to Spencer. You let out a quiet little cry as he wrapped his arms around her and scooped her up, hand on the back of her head and gently guiding her face into the crook of his neck so she wouldn’t see any more of the FBI’s greatest weaponry. She was still young, still innocent, still safe.
It was her happy cheer that alerted Nicky to the change. His head whipped around, surprise coating his features before pure joy spread there instead. “Momma!” He only knew a few words, but your name was one of them.
He toddled over to you, giggling brightly as you scooped him up and cradled him in the same fashion Spencer held his sister. You watched your husband then, smiling as he mouthed, ‘they’re okay’ as a reminder to both you and him.
You nodded. They were okay. Your team had done it.
They would always do it, time and again. You knew this as Derek and Emily stepped over to Spencer, saying something to Florrie that had her laughing as loudly and sweetly as she always used to before this. You knew it in the way Hotch stood in the front door of the house, scanning the scene and always watching over you all. You knew it in the way Tara came to you, with a gentle voice and kind eyes as she asked Nicky what he wanted for dinner, because she and JJ would go get whatever those kids wanted and needed right now.
You knew it in the way your team, your family, came back to your house that night and slept in the living room, keeping watch over your kids as you all recovered.
At first, you’d been terrified of them knowing about your kids, terrified that by letting them in somehow you’d be damning your kids to the same fate you were sure you and Spencer were destined for. And yet, they’d been taken anyway. It was only letting the team know about them that ultimately saved them from that same fate.
So you and Spencer would talk about it, but the answer was already decided. You’d let them in, you’d trust your work family with your kids, and you would be all the better for it in the end.
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Stargazing part 1
Pairing: JJ Maybank x Routledge reader
Warnings: None
Word count: 770
Description: JJ and Y/N have always had feelings for each other but they each thought the other could never see them as anything other than a bestfriend.
A/N: I'm so sorry that it took me so long to post this! When I started writing this it was just supposed to be a short flashback but it got so long that I made it into its own part. I might change the name at some point when I've finished more of the later parts. I'm working on the next part I hope to post it soon. Enjoy!
This part takes place 1 year before the rest of the story.
-Midsummers-
Sarah and Kie had invited you to Midsummer because they knew it wouldn’t be very fun with just the two of them. You were all excited to spend the evening together, but you were especially excited that JJ would see you all dolled up. You and Sarah and Kie went dress shopping together, and you picked out a simple floor length light blue dress.
(this is your dress)
At the party everyone was having fun. You were with the girls on the dance floor when you heard someone calling your name.
“Y/N! Y/N!”
You recognized JJ’s voice and looked around to find him.
“Hey JJ. What’s up?”
“Come with me.” He whispered in your ear.
JJ reached down and grabbed your hand and led you away from the dance floor and around the side of the building, where it was much quieter.
“Sooooo… what’s going on?” You asked him, bewildered.
“I need to tell you something…” He trailed off. You could tell that he wanted to say more but couldn’t find the right words.
“JJ you’re my best friend, you can tell me anything.”
“ I like you, Y/N. I have since we met in third grade. I thought you would never see me the same way so I tried to get rid of my feelings for you but I can’t. I hate it when you’re not around, I can’t live without you.”
You were too stunned to speak, but JJ thought the silence meant you didn’t feel the same way, so he sighed and turned to walk away, but you caught his wrist and pulled him back. His eyes met yours and you immediately got lost in the deep blue sea of his eyes.
“JJ, I like you too.” You said quietly while still lost in his eyes.
Rather than answer, JJ pulled you in and kissed you. It was a soft and passionate kiss. You had both waited so long for this moment, and it was perfect. It was everything you had dreamed of. JJ wrapped his arms around your waist and you put your arms around his neck. Eventually you both had to pull away to catch your breath, and you both got lost in each other’s eyes again. JJ spoke first:
“How much trouble do you think I’ll be in with John B when he finds out about this?”
“A lot,” you replied. “He’ll probably kill you.”
“Then maybe we shouldn’t tell him quite yet.”
“Good idea,” you said while giggling at the thought of your brother finding out that you had kissed his best friend. JJ was laughing at this too, and once you had both stopped laughing so hard, he cupped your face in his hands and said;
“Y/N, will you go on a date with me?”
“I think you already know the answer to that,” you said, while your eyes flicked down to his lips. He smiled and you closed the distance between you and kissed him again.
“We should go back to the party before our friends start looking for us,” JJ said quietly when you broke apart.
“Yeah, they’re probably wondering where we are,” you agreed.
You shared one last short kiss before JJ gently took your hand and led you back to the party. When you spotted your friends you both let go of each other’s hand so no one would get suspicious, although the rest of the pogues wouldn’t think too much of it because you and JJ had always been very close and you two were always giving each other hugs or cuddling with each other during movie nights.
“Where were you guys?” Sarah asked when you had rejoined your friends. “We were about to start looking for you.”
“Sorry,” you said, “we were just talking about going surfing tomorrow and i guess we lost track of time.”
Sarah raised an eyebrow when she noticed your smudged lipstick and how flustered you were, but she didn’t say anything about it.
“Where’s John B?” You asked, trying to change the subject.
“He’s over by the drinks,” replied Kiara.
“I’ll go tell him we’re all over here,” said JJ.
“I’ll come too,” Pope said and followed JJ.
“Here,” Sarah said and handed you her lipstick and a mirror. “Your lipstick’s smudged,” she explained, “I don’t think you want John B seeing that and getting suspicious.”
“Thank you, Sarah. And please don’t tell John B.”
“Of course,” Sarah and Kie replied together.
When John B came over with JJ and Pope he didn’t make any comment about you and JJ disappearing. You had gotten away with it. For now.
A/N: ahhhhhh I can't believe I finished this! I would love to hear what you guys think. If you have any suggestions for the next part please stop by my inbox.
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okay now im curious how did spencer and reader’s “breakup” go when red came out? thank you darlingg 😍
something like this. also, only slightly related but how is JJ the only one with blue eyes ??
You never wished you didn't have Spencer as your boyfriend. He was everything you ever wanted...but that didn't negate the fact it would be better to listen to Red TV while heartbroken.
"I think we've got to break up." You tell him one night, scrolling TikTok and seeing the excitement of all the heartbroken people.
Spencer chuckles, not taking you seriously at all. "Really? Did Morgan put you up to this?" He asks, still reading. "Again?"
"Nope. Taylor did." You reply. He looks up from his book with far more concern at that unisex name. "Taylor Swift." You clarify before he can freak out.
He breathes out overdramatically, relaxed again. "And how did she do that?"
"You know her album getting rereleased?" You start. He does know since you've talked about it nonstop. "Well, there are lots of sad songs, so I need to be heartbroken."
He laughs even more at that, reaching out to grab your thigh and pull your legs onto his lap. "I like seeing you happy, though, because I love you."
"How am I supposed to sing my heart out to I Knew You Were Trouble, We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together, All Too Well- which, by the way, is getting a ten-minute version-, The Moment I Knew, Sad Beautiful Tragic, The Last Time, I Almost Do and Red when you're telling me that?" You ask him flatly.
He shrugs. "If you need a fire sign with blue yes, you could always date JJ." He offers, smugly grinning.
You know why, and you hit him on the shoulder for sneaking the comment in. "Just because we made out that one time, huh?"
"Yup." He agrees. "Wait, what about Holy Ground? I mean, aside from all the good stuff being written in the past tense. Oh, or Treacherous." He grips your thigh tighter, fingers splayed out across your skin. "'Cause, you'll do anything I said if I say it with my hands."
"You're so unhelpful." You sigh. "I could always break up with you."
He shakes his head. "Not if I don't let you."
"So I'm stuck with you now?" You joke, pouting as you lay your head on his shoulder.
"Like glue." He answers. "I'm sure there's something I can do to convince you that's a good thing."
#spencer reid#criminal minds#spencer reid x y/n#spencer reid x reader#spencer reid x you#spencer reid fandom#spencer reid blurb
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Hi!! What are your season 3 thoughts?? And most importantly, what are your Jiara related season 3 thoughts? :D
alksjdfhlaskdfj i have. so many thoughts. i've never ever written something short so uhhhhh.....stick with me, lmao.
first, non-jiara thoughts:
cleope was SO cute!!! i wanted to wait for the writing to convince me on them as a ship because I really wanted something more than "these two aren't with any one so lets put them together" for cleo and pope and I've been completely convinced. They both bring out a different side to each other and the way Pope opens his family and his home to her is just alkdjfhlksajdfhlkajsdhf it's unbearably sweet. i love her interactions with the heywards and i love how instantly she fits in. the scene when he leaves her in his room and she does a tiny dance and then falls back on his bed and says "thanks, pope"..... yeah i think i was cosigning on that ship as soon as I saw that asdklfjhaskdfl. and the scene in 3x06 where she stops him from shooting rafe and he cries in her arms.... oh my god. it single handedly saved that episode for me. AND THEIR KISS???? oh my god.
i also LOVED Cleo's friendship with JJ. When they are on a mission together, they are right there with each other. and, speaking of friendships, I loved that we got more JJ & John B, best friends since third grade content. the fact that they physically started fighting... idk, I think it just made them feel even more like brothers to me.
i also just really loved some of the (for lack of a better term) girlboss moments this season. there are SO many moments that i was loudly cheering for my girls. Cleo having the only brain cell like 180% of the time when Kiara is kidnapped. Kiara betraying rafe and stealing that boat (i was fully cheering ala kiara during the cliff jump scene like that is my GIRL) (also madison bailey the woman that you ARE the way she never even a little bit played into the r*ara of it all. any time Rafe looked or spoke to or was in the general vicinity of Kiara, she looked SO uncomfortable and I love that for me). and I really REALLY loved Sarah manipulating Topper lmao "you're such a giver" "it's just how i was raised" KLAJDHLAKSJDH
and, actually, I think the inculsion of topper in the heist was super funny and exactly the type of shit i want to see from him (if wheezie had been there to give him shit, it would have basically been any fic i've ever written with topper in it). when topper is being used purely for comedy, he's kind of a genius character - Austin North can deliver those bat shit Topper lines really well, and the rest of the characters (particularly Kiara) react SO well to him. he's so easy to make fun of!!! but then.... having Sarah go back to topper again was uhhhh not it. I think they should have kept the s2 or the s3 stopper storyline in, but not both. sarah going back to something that reminds her of a time when her life was easier while shit is absolutely hitting the fan and she has nothing else is like, very much in character, and that's what happened both times. the fact that they didn't show her growing through that in this season, but instead regressing..... idk, i'm excited to see a Sarah with more growth. also, canon comedic topper is dead to me forever after burning down the chateau so, i guess that's a loss on both fronts (i can't talk anymore about the chateau burning down but i have a lot of feelings about it).
i really hated big john. i'm so sorry, but looking back, John B should have left that man in the fucking bell tower. I think the amount of screentime he took is my biggest gripe of the season (i did a scrub of the show for just jiara scenes after my first watch and the amount of times i had to scroll by that man.... my god). and not only did he take up a shit ton of screentime, he kept John B away from the pogues - both physically and emotionally - for most of the season (the lack of goofy happy pogues moments is my second biggest gripe with the season). If you've read pltc, you know that I had a lot of thoughts about Big John and his relationship with the pogues but...... when he died (actually, this time), it was only dry eyes here lmao. I feel bad for John B, obviously, but everything (and i mean EVERYTHING) Big John did this season was so shitty for John B, I can only say that i think John B is better off without him.
i think the thing that has me the most conflicted is the 18 month time jump. narratively, it makes so much sense - and logistically, aging up the characters as the cast ages makes a lot of sense. i don't love that we'll miss alot of jiara and cleope but I'm coming around to the thought of it all by opening ao3 and waiting for those time jump fics to pour in. @ josh pate if season 4 opens with JJ slamming Kie against a wall as they're making out i'll forgive literally everything, i'm so easy to please.
i guess this is the perfect transition to the jiara of it all. the first few episodes literally bodied me. every interaction on Poguelandia bodied me - the way they were living their poguelandia/surf trip dream, the "just like we talked about", the angsty silent conversations they were having when they saw the plane. kiara getting kidnapped hit - I think the way JJ was so focused on getting her back was so perfect, the dock hug was actual literal perfection. I am a Hug Girl first and foremost and oh my GOD?
the first almost kiss floored me. i did not expect it. the transition from their dumbass little jokes to almost kissing.......... i'm gonna die. i literally fell off my couch. I think Pope being the one to break it up was inevitable, as was their conversation. idk how i feel about it, i know pope was always going to have opinions on jiara and i'm glad it wasn't super salty but.... i'm gonna need to rewatch it a few times i think.
episode 4 absolutely ended me. those conversations and the way Kiara knows JJ and the way JJ was imploding.... absolutely insane. the framing of that episode (like the actual cinematography not the writing lmao) was not my favorite, but the content was SO good. it was everything i wanted I was losing my mind. JJ telling Kiara she's a kook HURT. Kiara knowing that he's lashing out cause he's scared made me yodel. the talk in the chateau's yard about truces immediately followed by another almost almost kiss made me want to scream into a pillow. 10s all around.
I also love Heist Jiara. I loved seeing JJ at the carrera's house for the conversation about the cross, and the way he's a little bit like a caged animal around Mike is perfect!!! Him self destructing by stealing the money clip is just literally JJ 101. Jiara bike ride to Kilby Girl is now my entire personality!!!!!!!! also the fight about the money clip - that's not really about the money clip at all - followed immediately by JJ almost dying and Kiara being like "don't you ever do that again" is just aksldjfhkasjdfhlkjasdhlfkjasd i could YODEL.
the gate fight absolutely took me by suprise. the "i love you dude" was not what i was expecting AT ALL. JJ's buffering reaction and the way he's trying to downplay it was 10298/10. the hurt in kiara's face made me want to cry, and then John B fucking everything up feels... well, a little inevitable. I also love that even in their angstiest, jiara is still together, and in episode 8, they are sitting on the couch and kiara's playing the ukuele LIKE. they are best friends. they are so important to each other. nothing is ever going to change that. I also love love love the part where he's like "i'll tell you on the plane." idk it makes me feel buzzy.
episode 9 is a literal fucking feast. the feral jj, the way he KNOWS something is up when she doesn't show up, the way he drops everything and then ends up in kahoots with Barricuda Mike to get her back. "I kind of got a date" ????!?!?!?!??!!!!! then the whole thing about Marley the cat (josh I KNOW you are on the ao3 tag just drop me the username please) and Kiara immediately knowing it was him as soon as she heard "blond". the "me?". the KISS. the giggly happy in love couple that they are!!!!! i do wish the kiss had better lighting for my giffer friends but i know we're gonna get the brightest kiss in the world in s4 to make up for it (pates make it happen!!!). and i think my favorite scene of the entire season is them being so happy and giggly on the plane and the high five into a handhold alkdjsfhlkasjdfhlksadf.
episode 10 is obviously a drop off lmao. it sucks to leave the season on that note but we did get the "it's an adventure baby" and little background moments. I'm happy the pates didn't write themselves into a corner too much this season, and in a lot of ways I'm really glad that jiara is open ended because that means there's a lower chance of unnessecary bullshit being thrown our way really early on into s4. i would have liked a more definitive ep 10 moment but ultimately, espeically since we know we have s4, i'm not concerned in the slightest about it.
so, overall, i think there were parts of the season that felt slightly choppy (personally, I'm of the belief that they filmed a lot more than we saw), i think the first half was generally stronger than the second half, and I think i'm really, really fucking glad we have s4 confirmed so I don't have to stress about it even a little & we'll get to filming sooner. my sanity is hanging on by it's fingernails but it is in fact hanging on.
at the end of the day, i had the time of my life watching it and i had some really great people to share it with and I'll always be so unendingly grateful for that!!!!
#outer banks#obx#obx spoilers#obx s3 spoilers#jiara#my thoughts are all over the place (CLEARLY)#this is just my general brain rot if you have specific questions i might have half way intelligible answers#i'm sure i'll have more thoughts and I'll probably change my opinion on some things with more time#but here we are!!!
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One Love, True Love: The Calm Before the Storm
✎ series summary: From losing your first love, to finding your last.
✎ chapter summary: You thought that having Rafe and JJ fight for your love would make your choice easier, but seeing how much they love you is only proving to make your decision harder.
✎ pairings: JJ Maybank x Reader, Rafe Cameron x Reader
✎ tags: @rafedrewandjjs
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It’s late when JJ drops you back off at the hotel. You had spent the whole day catching up with him, just talking about life the past few years. He kisses you on the cheek in front of the door to your room, saying goodbye and promising to text you. He waits until you’re safely in your room before leaving, a stupid smile plastered on his face.
You hear the TV from the adjoined room the moment you open the door, telling you that Rafe was already back. You take a deep breath, preparing yourself for when will he inevitably enter your room to talk to you. You’re proven right when you hear the TV turn off and soft footsteps on the carpet floor. You preoccupy yourself with putting your purse away so as not to let Rafe know you were expecting him.
“How was it?” He asks from behind you. You turn to see him leaning on the door frame, his arms crossed over his chest.
“It was good. We talked,” you say vaguely.
“Good,” is all he says.
You sigh. “Rafe, we need to talk.”
He runs a hand over his face, saying, “I know.” There’s a brief pause before either of you says anything.
“You said you love me,” you begin and watch as he nods in affirmation. “Why now?”
“I don’t know. I guess I got tired of waiting for you to notice it yourself,” he says, shrugging as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
You’re still thinking of a reply when he speaks. “Did Maybank finally man up and tell you how he feels?”
Your eyes snap to his. “You knew?”
He rolls his eyes. “Everyone knew,” he says.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Why didn’t I tell the girl I love that the boy she loves, loves her back?” He says sarcastically. You guess he had a point when he put it like that.
“So, what? You guys a thing now?” He asks a little too nonchalantly. You knew he was hurt and trying to hide it, but the bite in his words still stung.
“No,” you reply honestly.
“Why not?”
“Because of you.”
He blinks. “What about me?” A tinge of hope was audible in his voice, and he looks away, hoping to mask it.
“I couldn’t agree to be with JJ without seeing what there was between us,” you admit.
“What are you saying?” He asks hesitantly.
“I’m saying that… I want to explore the feeling I have for you and JJ.” Rafe just squints at you, confused.
“JJ asked for one week to prove to me that he loves me, so if you agree to it—.”
“You want to date both of us,” he finishes for you.
You hesitate before answering, “Yes.”
Rafe thinks for a moment. You can almost see the cogs turning in his brain.
“You’re crazy, y’know that?” He chuckles. “Fine, if this is what you want, I can put up with this ‘The Bachelor’ shit for a week.”
You squeal in excitement, running to wrap him in a hug.
“Having two guys pining over you makes you that happy?” He teases, and you pull away, rolling your eyes.
“Shut up.”
“Make me,” he challenges. You oblige, tilting your head up to bring your lips to his.
You spend the rest of the week alternating your time between JJ and Rafe. With each day that passes, you find yourself falling harder for both of them. By day three, you knew you were in trouble.
With JJ, nothing was certain. He brought with him a sense of adventure. But he could be reckless. You knew that a life with him would be a life full of chaos and excitement. You would both be working for the rest of your lives, but you get the feeling of being young forever.
With Rafe, however, things were safe. Rafe was consistent, dutifully sticking to schedule. He could be impulsive but not quite as reckless as JJ. Life with him would be stable, comfortable. You’d be able to retire and still live comfortably, but you wonder if you’d ever feel alive like you did with JJ.
The problem was, you could imagine life with both JJ and Rafe, but you could only choose one. It was clear that they both loved you in their own way, and you loved them too. The deadline was fast-approaching, and you were no closer to deciding who you wanted to be with.
Before you knew it, the day was here. News that transportation back to the mainland was back up brought with it the end of your time in the Outer Banks. Now, you had a choice to make. Would you go with Rafe back to Florida? Or would you stay in the Outer Banks with JJ?
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Stained Glass Windows - Chapter Twenty Six
Life was complicated, but they wouldn't have it any other way.
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As always, thank you so much for the love on this fic! This chapter is much softer than the last couple, giving our favs a well earned break from what I am putting them through in this story!
Please let me know what you think, your reactions genuinely mean the world to me!
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“I remember when our girl's days started with shopping and then ended in a bar, not the McDonalds in the mall’s food court,” Penelope says, smiling as she pops a fry into her mouth.
Emily chuckles, “It’s in the rules that the pregnant woman gets to choose where we eat.”
“That’s true,” JJ chimes in, having a sip of her soda, “I always got to pick when I was having Henry.”
“See,” Emily says turning back to Penelope, “If you want to pick you have to have a baby of your own.”
Penelope visibly shivers, shaking her head, “No thank you, I am more than happy being the cool Aunt to Henry and Nugget.”
Emily frowns, scrunching up her nose as she smiles at JJ before turning back to Penelope, “Why are you calling my baby ‘Nugget?’”
“Well since you refuse to find out what you are having I’ve had to improvise,” Penelope replies, nodding towards the box of McNuggets in Emily’s hand, “Plus chicken nuggets seem to have become one of your main food groups lately.”
Emily clears her throat, her cheeks red with embarrassment, “I’ve been craving them.”
“All I ever wanted to eat when I was pregnant was this one particular taco from Taco Bell,” JJ says sympathetically, smiling wryly, “Poor Will went out to get it for me so many times in the middle of the night.”
Emily laughs, “Aaron has half-filled our freezer with nuggets, Jack is always delighted when he comes over.” She knew that Aaron was, at best, a few weeks away from hiding vegetables in her food just like he did for his son.
“Did you get everything you needed, Em?” JJ asks, looking at the bags of clothes on the spare chair at their table.
Emily nods in response, “I got a new bra and a couple of pairs of pants,” she says, scrunching her nose up, “None of my actual clothes fit me properly anymore but I’m going to try to put off buying maternity clothes as long as I can.”
“Just think, before we know it we’ll be throwing your baby shower,” Penelope says, her excitement clear, and Emily chuckles wryly, “Which reminds me, I’ll need your mother’s number so I can contact her about that. I tried looking for it but it’s listed as classified.”
Not for the first time, she finds herself grateful for the way she was raised, the way she can hold herself together in moments like this. It had been just over a week since she had seen Elizabeth, and it still stung when she thought about it, about how everything had gone south so fast. She was grateful that her mother had, so far, stuck to what she had asked and not contacted her, but it also hurt. An unspoken confirmation from her that she had chosen alcohol over her daughter. Over her grandchild. Despite everything, she still didn’t want anyone else to know, her need to keep it private, even from the people she considered her extended family, overriding anything else.
She supposed, on some level, it was probably a good thing she’d never seen her mother that often anyway. It would make things less suspicious, but she’s sure questions would come further down the line when the baby arrived.
When she and Aaron decided to finally get married.
She twists her engagement ring around her finger and smiles at her friend, “That’s not really her kind of thing,” she says before reaching for her drink and taking a sip before she expertly, switches the conversation “I’m only 17 weeks Pen, let's not wish the time away. There's a lot to do before then,” she finishes her fries and sighs, the salty food taking the edge off of her rising panic for everything she and Aaron needed to organise before the baby was born, “Like finding a place to live.”
It was a discussion that she and Aaron had started having when they found out she was pregnant. She loved her apartment, it had been her home for longer than anywhere ever had been before, but she knew it wouldn’t be enough for their growing family. Whilst the baby would be sleeping with them for the first few months after they were born, she didn’t want to eventually force Jack to share a bedroom with his sibling when he was with them.
She wanted a house, a home. Somewhere her kids could grow up and run around together. Somewhere they could get covered in mud in the backyard. Everything she’d watched in the movies when she was young and convinced herself she’d never have herself. Aaron, despite having moved into her apartment less than a year ago, agreed, and part of her wondered why they hadn’t just bought a house then. If she was honest with herself, she knew it was because a part, a very small part, had still wanted some kind of control of the situation.
“Have you still not found something?” JJ asks, well aware of the difficulty, and stress, of finding somewhere to live when pregnant.
Emily groans, shaking her head as she places her hand on her stomach, her almost constant indigestion bubbling away, “No. Aaron is insistent on splitting everything down the middle which is insane,” she exclaims, blowing out a breath, “I have all of this money just sitting in my trust fund.”
They’d been disagreeing about it almost as long as they’d been talking about buying a house. She wanted to use her money, to buy them somewhere they could live forever, but Aaron was hesitant. She could never quite figure out if it was incredibly misplaced machoism that made him feel like he had to be the provider, or if he was just uncomfortable with the amount of money she had, or if it was both.
Either way, it was frustrating, and she knew this was something they would likely run into a lot over the years.
“And you have how much in that trust fund?” Penelope inquiries, making both Emily and JJ laugh, the question a regular one on every girl's night since she’d first confirmed their suspicions that she had a trust fund at all.
“Pen, if you can’t get that information out of me when I’m drunk, you have no chance when I’m sober.”
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Emily sighs as she slumps back on the couch, rubbing her hands over her face as she takes a break from looking at real estate listings.
“It can’t be that bad,” Aaron says as he sits next to her, handing over the ice cream she’d requested after dinner. She sits up, making Sergio who had been curled up in her lap, his head on her bump, jump up, meowing as he walks away.
Emily grumbles as she takes the bowl from him, narrowing her eyes as she takes a bite, moaning at the taste of chocolate, “It is almost impossible to find a house that has everything we want within the budget we have.”
Aaron sighs at the mention of it, familiar dread that what had so far only been a disagreement between them could easily transform into a full-blown argument, “Em-”
“I have the money, Aaron,” she says, placing her bowl of ice cream down on the table in front of them, her appetite for it gone.
“It’s your money, sweetheart.”
She scoffs, shaking her head at him. “We’re having a kid. We’re going to get married. What happened to ‘what’s mine is yours?’”
“I don’t know if that applies to literal millions of dollars,” he replies, remembering how he’d had to sit down when she originally told him how much money she had, a fearful glint in her eyes that it would change the way he viewed her. He sighs and places his hand on her thigh, squeezing it gently, “It’s just…I spoke to Dave and-”
“You listened to Dave about this?” She asks incredulously, cutting over him, “He’s been divorced four times, I don’t think he’s exactly the person to go to for relationship advice.”
“Three times,” Aaron corrects, a wry smile on his face, “And he’s the only other rich person I know.”
“I’m richer than him,” she grumbles under her breath as she crosses her arms over her chest. She looks at him and sees the flicker of amusement in his lips, the way his eyebrow arches, and she clears her throat, “Right, not helping,” she sighs, “Why are you so hesitant to do this my way? Is it some macho bullshit that you need to be the provider? Because if it is-”
“No,” he replies, squeezing her leg again, “I promise you it’s not that.”
She stares at him for a moment, desperately trying to see if he’s lying to her, but she’s satisfied he isn’t and she places her hand over his on her leg, “Then what is it?”
He doesn’t want to upset her, to make things harder on her than they had been since what small part of the relationship she had left with her mother had collapsed around her, but she deserved the truth.
“I’ve been divorced once already, sweetheart,” he says carefully, hating himself as her eyes go slightly wider, “I need to be practical. If you buy us a house-”
“It will be our house,” she says, cutting over him, “Not mine. And if anything happened between us,” the thought of it alone makes her breath catch in her throat, “It would still be our house. We’ll have both of our names on the deeds. I wouldn’t just screw you over like that.”
“I know,” he assures her, squeezing her hand, shaking his head at himself, “Why is this so important to you?”
She sighs, “That money in my trust fund came from my parents, and their parents, and the jobs they chose that meant we were never really a family,” she blows out a shaky breath, the wound from the conversation with her mother the week before still fresh, “And I always told myself that if I got married and had kids I’d use it to buy my family a home, to make something good out of the very thing that made my childhood miserable,” she places her hand on her bump, “For a long time I convinced myself I’d never have this and that I’d end up donating it all to a charity that would make mother furious, like a cat sanctuary or something, but now I do have you and Jack and Nugget.”
“I can’t believe the Nugget thing is catching on,” Aaron says, and she smiles at him, her eyes soft and full of love. She’d told him about their friend's nickname for their unborn child the moment she got home, and the confused look on his face had made her laugh so much she’d started to jokingly use it herself.
“What can I say, Pen is persuasive,” she replies. She cups his neck, her thumb brushing over his jawline, “Please let me do this for us. If it makes you feel better you can pay all the bills when we do find somewhere, or we can keep this place and rent it out and that can go into an account for the kids, but…just let me do this.”
He looks at her, and he isn’t sure he’s ever seen her so raw, so torn open. Her honesty a gateway that let him see the parts of her she still hid even from him sometimes. He picks up one of the more expensive listings she’d been looking at, far outside o the budget they’d tentatively agreed on and looks it over.
“You like this one?” He asks, and she nods, her lower lip in between her teeth as if she was trying to keep her hope contained. It was a beautiful home, a large colonial-style house with a brick facade, the interior was largely open plan on the first floor, with large archways separating the rooms, letting natural light filter throughout the house. The bedrooms and bathrooms were all a decent size, especially the master bedroom and its adjoining ensuite, and there was plenty of space in the backyard for Jack, the baby, and any other kids they may have to run around.
He finds himself mostly drawn to the huge, immaculately decorated, kitchen and he can picture himself making pancakes on a Sunday morning in there for his family.
“It’s a beautiful house,” he says, smiling at her and raising his eyebrow, “5 bedrooms?”
She rolls her eyes at the suggestive tone in his voice, hearing exactly what he hadn’t said, and pats his chest, “Easy there tiger, at least let me have this kid before you start thinking about filling up the spare rooms.”
Aaron chuckles and pulls her in for a kiss, “Let’s go see it.”
The way her eyes light up tells him he’s made the right call, that putting aside any deep-rooted concerns and misplaced fear about letting her do this for them, for their family, is exactly what he should have done weeks ago when she first brought this up.
“Really?” She asks, her smile wide, any ability to hide her emotions well and truly lost in the first trimester of her pregnancy.
“Really,” he confirms, kissing her again, “I can see our family growing up there.”
She throws herself at him, wrapping her arms around him tightly as she kisses him, the action lost in her wide smile, “I love you so fucking much.”
He chuckles and wraps his arms around her, pulling her so she was straddling his waist, her knees on either side of his hips, “I love you too.”
“I’ll call the agent in the morning.”
He nods and pulls her in for another kiss, smiling at the feel of her bump pressed up against him. “We won’t be able to do this for much longer,” he says, moving to kiss her cheek and then her neck, “We won’t have room.”
She pulls back and smiles at him, and she runs her fingers through his hair, “In that case,” she says, leaning in to kiss him again, “We’d better make the most of it before we’re regulated to just the bed.”
___
Cases with children were always harder.
The desperation to solve the case, to find the bad guy who was doing the worst of things possible to the most innocent, more intense. She’d always felt great empathy for the parents in these situations, but now she could put herself somewhat in their shoes, her love for Jack, for the baby in her belly, enough to make her feel sick at the mere thought of something happening to them.
She watches Aaron from her desk, her focus on her paperwork limited at best as she keeps looking through the blinds in his office, desperate to go check on him. She knew he found cases like this harder too.
There were survivors this time, a little girl and a teenage boy reunited with their parents, the recovery from all that they had endured only just beginning, and that was something they could cling on to. Evidence that they all needed sometimes to remind themselves of why they did this. That didn’t make it any easier, and she knew they’d all remember the wails of one of the victim's fathers when he realised his son had been alive only one day ago.
She blows out a breath and looks back at her paperwork, determined to get a little more done before they headed home, when she is distracted once again, but this time it wasn’t out of concern for her fiancé.
It feels like tiny bubbles. Bursting against the inside of her belly, as if tiny butterflies were floating around, their wings delicate. She places her hand on her stomach and gasps, choking on a laugh.
“Are you ok, Em?” Derek asks and she turns to look at him, nodding as she laughs again.
“Yeah. I…I think I just felt the baby move for the first time,” she says, her hand still on the bump as she continues to feel the movement on the inside, “It feels weird.”
Derek smiles at her, his eyes soft as he nods towards Aaron’s office, “Go tell Hotch, we all need something good after today.”
She nods, not needing any other encouragement, and she stands, almost bounding up the stairs as she approaches his office. She knocks on his open door and waits for him to look up. He looks exhausted, the lines in his face deeper than usual, as if they’d been carved in.
“Do you have a minute?” She asks, and he smiles at her, already standing up from his desk.
“For you, always.”
It makes her smile, and she knows it’s one of the things he’s learnt from his past mistakes with Haley. He always made time for her, and in turn, she knew that was because she understood the job, the work that could sometimes consume them both. It was yet another way that, if she believed in fate, would make her think they were made for each other.
She takes a seat on the couch in his office and waits for him to sit next to her, his arm automatically around her shoulder. She knew they couldn’t be seen from the main bullpen here, only if someone was on the walkway, but she was sure no one would begrudge them this after the last few days.
“I just felt the baby move,” she says, her throat closing up as she says it outloud, her hormones getting the better of her as she fights back tears.
“What?” He asks, his voice full of wonder as he presses his hand into her bump, and it makes her laugh.
“It will be a while before you can feel anything from the outside honey,” she says, resting her head against his shoulder. She feels the movement again, and she smiles, placing her hand over his, “I wish you could feel it though it's amazing. And really fucking weird.”
Aaron laughs and kisses her temple, keeping his lips against her skin, “Nugget is the size of a pomegranate this week.”
She snickers at his use of the baby’s newfound nickname and pulls back to look at him, “I know, I’m reading the same book as you,” she says softly, “Spencer told me today that the baby weights as much as a mozzarella ball,” she crinkles her brow, her stomach rumbling at the thought of food, “Which, strangely, really made me want Italian food.”
Aaron kisses her, eternally grateful for her, for the life they were building, “Sweetheart, I’d go to Venice to get you pizza right now if you asked me.”
She chokes on a laugh, but it comes out as more of a sob, her happiness overwhelming in a way she didn’t know was possible. “That’s sweet, but I’m totally content with that place down the street from our apartment.”
“Whatever you want, Em,” he says, kissing her again, wiping a stray tear from her cheek, “Whatever you want.”
-x-
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Anon who asked for some 8th Doctor here. It took me a while to come up with proper phrasing. The Doctor and reader voth have feelings for each other but are oblivious because the Doctor's just a physically affectionate person in general and the reader is a bit on the quieter and shy side, so they both don't notice that the other has feelings since to them, they don't act that much out of character. There's some angsty pining with a happy resolution. Thanks again :)
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Title: Unspoken Words
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“Y/n, come look at this!”
You couldn’t help but smile at the excitement in the Doctor’s voice as you made your way around the TARDIS console. The Doctor was pointing at the screen and when you were at his side of the console he gently grabbed your arm and pointed at it.
You felt your cheeks get hot as the Doctor dragged you closer and moved so you were standing directly in front of him. He put one hand on the console while the other moved to your shoulder. You hated to admit that the words the Doctor was saying melted into the background at the contact.
Damn you and your massive crush on the man.
The Doctor probably already knew and was just being kind, treating you like any other companion. He wouldn’t want you to know that anything was wrong and that he knew. He would want everything to remain as normal.
“So we’ll be going there then?”
“Huh?”
You looked over at the Doctor and realised just how close your faces were. Your face got even hotter and even the Doctor seemed mildly surprised. It was almost as though he hadn’t realised you were as close as you were. Eventually he coughed and broke eye contact and said,
“So, what do you think? Sound like a good place for a rest?”
“A rest?”
“Beats being shot at by Daleks.”
“Doctor, wherever you go we are bound to be shot at by something.”
“We can always-“ the Doctor said quickly, a panicked look on his face
“But travelling with you wouldn’t be half as exciting as it is if we didn’t!”
*
“I’m sorry about this,” the Doctor whispered, “Not exactly what I had planned when I said I’d take you to Victorian England.”
You glanced at the Doctor shyly before quickly breaking eye contact again. Despite the Doctor being a very… physical person you had never been this close to him before. The Doctor twirled you around the ballroom again as you whispered back,
“I don’t know. I can imagine worst people to be fake engaged to.”
It was at the moment that you stumbled over the long skirts of your dress. The Doctor’s grip of your waist tightened and he pulled you closer against his chest. You heard soft mumbles from those observing the dancing and you couldn’t tell if it was disapproval or not. It seemed that Victorian high society was very easily offended.
“Still,” the Doctor said, “I should’ve asked first before introducing you as my fiancé.”
“From what I can tell it seemed that you didn’t have much of a choice. Pretend to be engaged or face Victorian stigmatism.”
The Doctor let out an amused chuckle and took a moment to scan the room. When he looked back at you, you were still not making eye contact with him. He felt a pang course through his hearts. He wished that you would just look at him with those beautiful eyes.
Damn his… feelings.
Of course you probably knew about them. Your intelligence was one of his favourite things about you. You could easily tell that his feelings for you was slightly more than friendly. His wish to have you pressed against him, he often had to refrain himself from constantly wrapping his arms around you. The urge to pull you close on every adventure. He had to balance being friendly with being overly friendly. He wouldn’t want to ruin the purely platonic feelings you clearly had for him.
“Still,” your soft voice broke him out of his daydreams, “You’re old. I’m sure this must’ve happened to you on more than one occasion.”
“Oh you know,” the Doctor said vaguely, “Once or twice.”
‘But with no one I’d want to do it again with. At least, until now.’ He thought
*
Ever since the ball things between you and the Doctor had been different. Not a bad different just… different. You hugged yourself tightly as you walked around the console room. The Doctor was rattling off a list of places and planets but your mind wasn’t on them. You kept thinking back to that night.
“Y/n? Are you listening?”
“Hmm?” it took you a moment to realise that the Doctor had said your name, “Oh sorry. My mind was elsewhere.”
The Doctor sighed and pulled a leaver on the TARDIS. It shuddered and you didn’t need to look outside to know you were floating in deep space.
“Are you ok?” he said
“Yes.”
“You know you can tell me anything.”
“I know.”
“And… and if you want to go home you only need to say. I won’t stop you.”
“H- home?”
The Doctor was looking down at the console. He glanced up at you before quickly looking away again.
“Home.” You said again
The Doctor gave you a sad, but seemingly accepting smile, and nodded.
“I just want to show you one last thing.”
“Doctor-“
“Please. Just let me do this.”
You remained silent as the TARDIS once again shuddered to life. It lurched to the left and you grabbed the railings to stop yourself falling over. When the TARDIS finally stopped the Doctor walked over to you and held out his hand.
“One last thing.” He said
Reluctantly you put your hand in his as he led you to the TARDIS doors. With a sad smile he flung open the doors. You gasped at the beautiful sight in front of you.
“A birth of a planet,” the Doctor said, his lips ghosting over your cheek, “Millions of years ago.”
“It’s beautiful.”
“I know.”
You looked over at the Doctor who wasn’t looking at the sight just outside the TARDIS. His gaze was locked on you. You swallowed thickly and said,
“I don’t want to go home.”
“You don’t have to stay. I don’t want to think that I’m forcing you to stay.”
“You’re not,” you said, “I never wanted to leave in the first place.”
“Oh,” the Doctor smiled at you sheepishly, “Now I feel rather silly.”
“Don’t. Where else would I be able to see this.”
You nudged him playfully and the Doctor seemed to relax. After a moment’s hesitation he wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pulled you against him. You rested your head against his shoulder as he rubbed soothing circles against your skin.
Once again you could feel a shift in your relationship. Something unspoken between you but no words were needed. You both knew exactly what the other was thinking.
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apologies in advance for this longass ask and feel free to ignore it if you want, but i have thoughts i want to share with the class lol :). whenever people talk about transmasc or enby jj (which to be fair is not often) i feel like i always see it being in relation to jemily (nothing wrong with that, i love jemily) but i think we should talk more about transmasc/enby jj and willifer.
jj is super nervous to come out because they love will so much and they're afraid he's gonna leave them if they're not a woman anymore. they get so in their head about how this isn't what will signed up for and how this makes them a bad mom/parent and this is going to mess henry up somehow, but will is immediately supportive. sure, this isn't necessarily what he expected when he started dating jj, but he loves them so much, regardless of their gender.
will never messes up jj's pronouns, and he knew to stop calling them jennifer without ever being asked. jj loves that they can share clothes now, and will delights in taking jj to his barber so they can get their first haircut. when jj first starts medically transitioning, will is super excited to get to administer their testosterone shots and it makes him super happy to see how happy jj becomes as they finally become more comfortable in their body. (also he loves sucking their t-dick).
the morning after they first came out, jj goes to make themself a coffee as usual and they notice that their "world's best wife" mug from last mother's day has been scribbled over with sharpie and changed to "world's best wife spouse". they look over at will to ask about it and they can see that he's drinking out of his favourite mug, which has also been scribbled over and changed to "i ❤️my wife spouse". will explains that he ordered new mugs online last night but this is his solution until the new ones arrive, and jj just smiles and wonders why they had ever been so scared to tell will
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i love this so much!!
i do wanna link a smutty nb JJ/Hotch fic I have in case you wanna read it: Well-Suited
I also have an nb Jotchniss fic with a nice jj/hotch moment: Two Princes
Okay, for the rest of the ask:
I feel like if I wrote it, Will would stumble a bit because so much of his flirting and his pet names are about JJ bring a woman, but he'd like have his heart in the right place for sure. He'd be the one asking about haircuts and sharing clothing and joking that they were already more muscular than him.
Will being like "you already peg me, so..." lmao
also! Imagine him already knowing. Like he sensed something was up and he'd been subtly trying to use less feminine language and like encouraging JJ to pursue muscle and when JJ comes out, Will tells him that he used to kiss boys in high school and he'd kinda always wanted to kiss a guy again.
JJ starts wearing the same cologne as Will and using the same soaps. Will teaching JJ to shave 😭
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