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A Sweet Surprise (Aaron Hotchner x AFAB!Reader)

A/N: Oh do I? Haha. Well, whilst my inbox of requests is bursting this randomly fell out of my brain, so great timing with this I guess? I promise I will get to the other stories soon people - in the meantime, enjoy xxx

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Warnings: Alcohol, mentions of pregnancy, Aaron being a protective partner

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“Aaron, honey, stop," you giggled, trying and failing to wriggle free from your husband’s wandering hands. "I swear, I am fine. Don’t make me banish you back into the living room. You know Garcia has been dying to get you to play Monopoly and, so help me God, I will tell her you’re dying to be the shoe.“

Aaron’s laugh was infectious and if you weren’t so stressed you’d have melted into him. Instead, your eyes narrowed into a warning glare as he reached for you again.

“I just think you should let me help you, honey-” he pleaded, falling silent as soon as you heard footsteps approaching the kitchen doorway. You glanced up, watching as your host for the evening, Rossi, appeared, an empty glass of wine in hand. He had clearly come in need of a refill of whatever expensive vintage he had cracked open for your monthly team dinner.

“Help with what?” he teased, watching as Aaron sheepishly stepped back, as if he was a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar. “Aaron, you may be the boss in the office but in the kitchen? We both know Y/N is the only one I trust to help me cook, so leave her be and come relax in the other room, ok? She clearly has dessert handled.”

“Thank you, Rossi.” You smirked, pushing Aaron back with a floured covered hand. “I told him I could handle a pie, but you know what he’s like.”

“I’m just offering to help.”

“Which I thank you for, but I got this,” you assured, even if he clearly disagreed.

“I know, but it’s been a long day, why don’t you let me finish this-”

“Aaron Hotchner, go and sit down. Now.”

Rossi’s eyes widened as he let the bickering continue, waiting until he had finished filling his glass before he decided to weigh in again. He knew the pair of you better than you knew yourselves sometimes and it didn’t take a rocket scientist to work out what was going on here.

Aaron was protective of those he loved at the best of times, but something was different - and considering you hadn’t touched any of the drinks that had been put in front of you tonight, he had a pretty good idea what.

“Aaron,” he sighed, placing a hand on his friend’s shoulder. “Come on, come have a drink with me and the team. We both know Y/N is going to be ok. She’ll join us in a minute, or she’ll ask if she needs help.”

"But-"

"Leave the poor girl alone," Rossi teased, shooting you both a knowing look. “Otherwise, you'll give yourselves away before we even get to dinner.”

Aaron coughed but failed to hide the shock on his face. It was no use either of you trying to deny it, not when your closest friends were also profilers. If anything, you were surprised you two had been able to hide it this long - and it had only been a mere week since you’d first told him the good news.

“Ah,” he choked, turning slightly red. However, he relaxed as soon as you turned and pressed a kiss against his cheek. He could see you were relieved by the discovery, rather than upset, and that was enough to make him remember who it was he was sharing the news with.

"Ha! I told youuuuu,” you sang smugly. “And now you owe me $50. I knew you’d be the one to give it away.”

“Yeah, yeah. Laugh it up, sweetheart.”

“Oh, I will.”

“Well, congratulations to you both,” Rossi said simply, lifting his glass in a silent toast. He then shook Aaron’s hand and reached to pull you into a hug of his own. However, it was he went to let you go that he paused. “And Y/N? If you do need a break, or want me to finish dessert, I can-“

"Oh my god, Rossi! Not you too,” you laughed, rolling your eyes. “Are you going to tell anyone?”

“Oh, hell no,” he chuckled. “Given your performance tonight, I want to see if you can manage to keep it a secret from the team until dinner, let alone until work on Monday."

"So much for the being the best profilers in the US," you snorted, remembering how it had been Jack who had first worked it out rather than his usually observant father. He'd been the one to spot the pregnancy pamphlets hidden in your purse, after digging to find the candy he knew you always kept in there.

Of course, he'd only reacted with excitement upon learning he was going to be a big brother - leading to him bursting into the house, asking when he'd get to play with his new sibling... yeah, you'd thought Aaron was about to pass out he went so white.

“Hey, now. In my defence,” Aaron protested, “you're not showing yet."

"So my weird ass craving requests didn't tip you off?"

"Honey, you eat so much weird shit normally... Like, so much. Even Jack wouldn't eat half the stuff you do."

Well, he had you there. "... You still owe me $50."

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jsprnt · 6 hours

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Americano PT. 9 | Jude Bellingham x Reader

What happens if two individuals who absolutely despise each other are forced to interact after unforeseen events occur?

A/N: phew! this took me five million years and a bag of candy to write. remember when I told you to remember the house layout? 😉 Enjoy!

small mention: I absolutely love knowing you all are curious about the next chapter of this series. I appreciate and love all comments I get, and try to keep all my promises I make. but, trust I’m human too and need some away from writing. Though, when rude and harassing words are used in my inbox- the joy of writing this series gets absolutely sucked away. (If I’ve answered your message, this isn’t about your comment 🫶) so, please keep your rude words to yourself or I’ll turn off anonymous inbox messages and block you the next time :)

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part eight

"I should've just taken a break to go on vacation."

Lina sighs, poking her salad with her fork, and guiding the mixture of greens and dressing up to her mouth.

"Didn't you take a trip to Paris last international break?"

Luis says, raising a brow at her words. He turns his head towards me, nudging me under the table.

"Can you believe her?" He asks, an exasperated chuckle leaving his lips. It causes me to jolt out of my half-asleep state, my eyes widening in surprise.

"What? Who?" I ask looking around and bring a hand up to rub the sleep out of my eyes.

I had rushed out of the house this morning, which meant everyone got the chance to admire my bare skin today.

Well, my stress-induced breakouts were on full display, but having some pimples wasn’t the end of the damn world anyway.

"Are you okay?" Lina joins in, placing a warm hand on my shoulder.

"Yeah, just dozed off- been sleeping horribly." I reply, eyeing my lunch with a grimace.

"Are those exams still keeping you up?"

"More like waking me up.. Do you know how many nightmares of failing an exam a person can take?” I say, my words coming out harsher and louder than I intended. My eye twitches in irritation, and I give them a crazy look.

"Woah, you have an attitude today.." Luis mutters, shifting away from me.

"Don’t piss her off.." I hear Lina say, nudging Luis.

"Never mind, I'm going back to work." I state, quickly putting my tray of food away and walking out of the cafeteria.

I mutter curses under my breath, trying to look as normal as possible to my coworkers when I pass them in the hallways.

Exam season was practically sucking the life out of me, and the added pressure of the upcoming Champions League home game against Napoli was multiplying the stress.

Thankfully, it was international break, which meant that my normal workload was cut in half. Some players not playing for in the national team had requested leave for vacation, so the training center was pretty quiet and empty today.

I only knew of injured players being here for their scheduled recovery appointments.

I finally get back in my office, sighing in exhaustion when I get to my desk. I plop down, rubbing my face to wake myself up further, before starting to work on some more content.

"Why are you grinning like a creep?"

I turn to Luis, chuckling at his choice of words, and let go of the computer mouse.

"I just got a notification that said I passed my written exam." I beam, giving him a cocky look.

"Really?"

"Yeah, ninety-four percent..” I say, turning my head to look at the editing program. The training video we had just shot halfway edited already.

"You've been snapping at us for no reason, but I guess it was worth it- good job.." He says, shooting me a smile, and leaning in to give me a side hug.

"Yeah, sorry about that.." I apologize, fixing my wrinkled shirt. I move my hand towards the mouse again, cutting off a piece of blurry footage that we couldn’t use.

"It's fine, I guess it's payback for making you do random tasks back when you were a newbie.."

"You know, I haven't forgotten how you made me carry that heavy ass bag every morning..”

"I'm sorry, alright. You should've told me earlier that Ancelotti is basically your uncle."

I grumble at his words, jabbing his ribcage with my elbow, sending him a warning look.

"Stop talking and help me out with this.." I mutter, passing him the mouse.

He winces a little, rubbing his stomach, before snatching the mouse off of me with an attitude.

"Didn't know you were allowed to use your privilege to inflict such violence."

I roll my eyes, focused on the moving images on the computer screen. Starting to unconsciously pick at a fresh scab on my hand. Only noticing the damage I’ve done when I look down to see blood trickling down the back of my hand.

"Shit, made myself bleed.." I say, making Luis glance away from the dual monitors.

"Go to the physiotherapy room. They have a shit ton of bandages and bandaids.” He suggests, his hand going up to fix the curls falling in front of his eyes.

I nod quickly, getting up from my seat and walking out of the small, soundproof meeting room. I close the glass door behind me, hurrying over to the physiotherapy room.

I pass the glass panels facing the multiple pitches outside, the sun had been shining brightly this afternoon. Even though the sun had been setting quite early due to daylight saving time.

I knock twice when I arrive, only opening the door when I hear a loud 'come in' in response.

I clear my throat, realizing how silly it is to get a bandaid for a wound like this, but still walk in.

I'm greeted by the sight of first-team physiotherapist Iván, he smiles when he notices me, waving for me to come inside.

He was one of the nicest people working with me at Real Madrid. It would be especially fun when he would bring in his little two-year-old son with him. I couldn’t count on one hand how many times I had carried the cute boy around the training center in my free time.

"Oh, y/n. What brings you here?" He questions, shoving the white privacy curtain out of the way, only to reveal a shirtless Jude lying on the treatment table, his eyes opening to peer over at me.

The personalized shoulder brace he'd been wearing for the past couple matches, was taken off for obvious reasons, and placed on the other side of the bed.

I look away a moment later, feeling my chest tighten, internally wincing at the thought of Jude having a dislocated shoulder and still playing football. Despite all of the aggressive and offensive play we had gotten used to this season, he was handling it well- but I wouldn’t ever utter it out loud.

Because- who wants to inflate that ego even more? Or was that even possible?

"Hi, Iván.. Just wondering if you got a bandaid for me?" I avert my gaze to the physio, and raise my brows. I hold my hand up to show the wound, and smile when he nods in response.

"Yeah, just a second.." He shoots Jude a quick wink, washing his hands before coming over. He begins to rummage through the cabinet, flipping through a pack of bandaids before handing me one closest to my skin color.

"Here you go.. Do you need anything else?" He asks, eyeing the blood on my hand.

"Nope, only this. Thank you.." I smile, quickly wiping down the blood from my hand and gently placing the bandaid on my wound.

I throw the bloody wipes and wrappers in the dedicated trash can, turning around again when I’m done.

I make accidental and involuntary eye contact with Jude instead of Iván, who's already across the room busy with some paperwork. Probably documenting the progress of Jude’s injury.

My eyes automatically dart down to his shoulder, and unbelievably, my eyes slip to his chest, then to his-

I stiffen when I regain consciousness of what I’m doing, and look away with haste. I fight the urge to smack myself in the face, instead biting the flesh of my cheek when I notice him smirk at me.

"What are you looking at?" He questions, voice low and his cocky tone too obvious to ignore.

My eyes widen slightly when he speaks, and I take a step forward as if to say I’m not intimidated.

"Just- looking at your shoulder.." I say, cringing at the way the words leave my mouth.

"So, you’re worried about me now?"

I give him a look of disgust, a chuckle of disbelief leaving my mouth.

"You wish, Bellingham. I heard Ancelotti is confident in putting you in the starting lineup on Wednesday. You better put your best foot forward, and if we don’t end up winning..." I trail off, threatening him slightly with my tone. I then turn around and leave the room.

I couldn’t lie, being rude to him after he'd dislocated his shoulder and still played made me feel a little guilty.

Though, he had a huge gift of being the ultimate douchebag, even when he’d been having his 'decent' moments lately.

“He’s only turned nineteen two- no three months ago, and he’s already scoring in the Champions League..” Luis gawks, grabbing the equipment bag out of my hand.

“I know, it’s so fun to see young players flourish..” I mutter, mentally recalling the interview I just did with Nico Paz. Since it was his first goal for Real Madrid, we had just done an interview in celebration.

“He is a year younger than you.. Is he really that young to you?” Luis teases, pushing me away when I pretend to kick him.

“What? Are you trying to undermine my accomplishments?” I question, trying to kick him again.

“Hey! See, this is how immature you are.. Step back, dude get off…” He says, and I scuffle with him for a moment, gasping when he tries to put me in a headlock.

“Okay, you always do this- stop everyone is looking..” I mutter, squeezing his arm.

“How fuckin’ childish are you?” I hear a familiar voice say. I snap my head up, Luis’ arm loosening as he immediately lets me go.

“As much as I want to be...” I state, my hand traveling up to fix my hair and clothes.

I hear Jude scoff, he gives me a nasty look before taking a step forward, but I notice him freeze in my peripheral vision when he hears someone calling out to me.

“y/n?!” The person shouts, and I look around for a moment before my eyes land on…

The guys from Naples?

What’s his name again?

“Chris?..” I say, my voice low and as enthusiastic as I can manage to pretend.

Fuck, I never even answered his DM’s..

Well, should I really give a guy who looks like trouble a chance?

My common sense says: NO.

I watch him bring an arm around my back, his hand resting on my shoulder blade when he hugs me tightly. Like we’ve been friends for freaking years…

“How have you been? Thought I’d see you here..” He beams, his hand going up to fix the fluffy mop of blonde hair on his head. Aussie accent undeniably mesmerizing like last time.

He is so pretty, but the kind of pretty that told me he was a full on man-wh*re..

“Hi? Good, what are you doing here?” I ask, trying to stop the grimace forming on my face. I lean in, taking a closer look at the badge hanging from his neck.

Surprisingly enough, it says ‘VIP’- I look up at him with a questioning look, waiting for him to explain.

“Oh- this.. someone I know gifted me this pass..”

Yeah, very believable.

He smiles nonchalantly, the skin of his cheeks denting as his dimples show.

I nod as if I understand, glancing at Luis, so he can get me out of this conversation.

“You’re the drunk guy from that night!” Chris suddenly exclaims, pointing at Luis.

Could this get even more awkward.

I tune out the stupid conversation they have, shuffling backwards only to bump into Jude.

Thankfully, not against his injured shoulder.

“Oh, sorry..” I whisper, not even registering his response before he’s rudely interrupted.

“Man- no way you’re the Jude Bellingham..”

I close my eyes in embarrassment, turning around to face Jude instead of both Luis and Chris.

I raise my brows at Jude, giving him a look only readable as ‘send this man away’..

He immediately plasters an all too good, fake smile on his face. Stepping behind me to greet Chris, and begins talking to him about the match.

I can only hear a jumble of both Brum and Aussie accents, it making me want to burst into a fit of laughter. Though, I manage to keep it in, looking at Luis to see if he’s still present in the conversation.

He isn’t, as expected. No surprise, he’s fidgeting with his damn camera again.

I stand there like a statue for the next two minutes, looking back and forth between the two accented men.

It’s a comical sight, especially when I can’t even understand some words.

I sigh in relief when Jude pats Chris’ shoulder, careful with his injury when he goes in for a handshake.

I watch Jude leave swiftly, his facial expression falters immediately, and his hand goes up to rip the shoulder brace off his body, harsher than I’ve ever seen him do before.

"My brain is going to explode, fucks sake.."

I mumble, stretching my arms and legs. I get up from the dinner table in order to walk around the backyard for a moment. Trying to get some fresh air, even though it's past midnight already.

I loved studying at the dinning table way more than upstairs in my room. It felt less lonely- especially since my dad had been gone for a couple weeks now. His work and the case had taken an interesting turn, which meant that his stay had to be prolonged.

I didn't mind, in fact, I loved living alone. Except for when I heard random noises at night. It could've been a bird flying against the window, and I’d still be paranoid.

Since it was our day off, after winning 2-0 against Napoli yesterday- I thought I'd go ahead and continue cramming for my last exam I had in a couple days.

I yawn and stretch my limbs, looking up at the clear sky and stars. It had gotten so much colder since December was almost here.

My pajama shorts are not providing warmth, but I can’t be bothered to go up and change when I’m going back inside in a minute anyway.

I can hear my back cracking when I turn to stretch, making me chuckle. I was only twenty, but those hard ass chairs and sitting in them for long periods of time, made me feel like I was double my age sometimes.

I'm brought out of my thoughts when I hear my phone ring loudly from the dinning table. I jog back inside quickly, throwing my slippers off my feet and snatch my phone. Confusion settling on my face when I read the caller ID.

I immediately pick up, pressing the phone against my ear. Worrying about something horrible happening in the middle of the night.

"Dad? It's late, something wrong?" I say in one breath, left hand clutching the backrest of my chair.

"y/n, nothings wrong. I just need you to listen carefully..”

"Okay." I spit out, just wanting him to get to the point, my brain making up all types of things.

"It's concerning one of my clients. Something unexpected just happened, and he's going to have to stay over at ours for a while."

I pause at his words, frowning in confusion, even though he can’t see my face.

"What? So, you're calling me- because I need to let an unfamiliar guy into our house- so he can sleep here? Is it a criminal?”

I gasp, hand gripping my phone tighter.

“A murderer?! Dad! How can you-”

"-y/n.." He cuts me off, voice stern, but I’m able to hear the grogginess of his tone. He'd probably been sleeping before he was awakened.

"It's no stranger- it's Jude, okay? He's not safe in his own home- relating the case I took on. I offered for him to stay over out of concern for his safety. So, he's going to have to stay with- you for a while."

I stay quiet, taking in all of the information he's giving me. I can already feel a migraine creeping up on me, letting go of my chair to massage my temple with one hand.

"I have to get the guest room- ready?" I say, processing everything and trying to understand what I’m supposed to do.

"Yes, I know you two are- friendly. Please be understanding and responsible. I'll call you in the morning, just get him settled and go to bed. You got that, honey?"

"Yeah, I got it. Uh- I'll get the room ready.." I say, already walking up the stairs and into the guest bedroom.

"Good, again- I'll call you in the morning- good night, sweetie.."

I quickly hang up after saying goodbye, running around, and making the bedroom look presentable. I change the bedsheets and wipe the dust off the vanity with a swift motion. It takes me about ten minutes and a sweaty forehead, before the doorbell rings repeatedly.

I run down the stairs, almost tripping due to my haste.

I take a deep breath when I reach the front door, trying to collect my thoughts and feelings before swinging the door open.

Jude's house was unsafe to stay in, so he's staying here- right..

The front door squeaks when I open it. An exhausted-looking Jude entering my sight, his black suitcase is on the floor, to his right- looking like it’s about to burst at its seams.

Cold air greets my face and naked legs almost instantly, making me curse internally for not changing clothes earlier.

I was too stubborn for my own good..

"Hi- umh, come in?" I say, my voice hoarse as if I hadn't spoken out loud in weeks.

He nods awkwardly, mumbling something incoherent as he begins rolling his suitcase inside.

I motion for him to take his shoes off, which he promptly does without hesitation. I turn away, grabbing some house slippers for him to wear out of the shoe rack.

I throw them next to his feet, watching his eyes flicker up and down as he steps back for a moment.

"You alright?" I ask, worried about the lack of words he's using.

It was unlike him, whether we’re arguing about some stupid shit or I’m filming an interview- he always had something to say.

"Yeah, I'm fine.." He mutters, looking up and finally making eye contact with me.

"The bedroom is upstairs.." I trail off, reaching over to grab his suitcase, but he snatches the heavy luggage up with one hand, immediately making his way up the stairs.

I watch the muscles in his arm flex as I walk behind him. I stop dead in my tracks when I realize what I’m doing and practically start running up the stairs to catch up to him.

I walk ahead of him when we reach the top of the stairs, opening the guest bedroom door for him.

"This is your room, bathroom is there, and the laundry room is over there." I point, turning around to face him.

"Thanks.." His Brum accent is thick, and he looks at me like a lost man in crisis.

I clear my throat, unable to pick between being nice and acting like how we normally interacted.

"Are- do you want to go shower?" I mutter, raising my brows.

I only realize how wrong my sentence sounds the second it leaves my mouth. To cover my embarrassment, I clear my throat again, putting my hands behind my back.

"Yeah- I should.." He responds, and I step aside to let him in the bedroom.

"I'll be downstairs.."

I inform, running down the stairs the second he shuts the door behind him.

I rub my eyes aggressively when I walk into the living room area. Sitting on the couch, I wonder if this is some delusional fever dream.

Maybe it’s just a different genre of dreams, next to those nightmares I had about failing exams.

I mean- who can make this up?

I get up to my feet again, walk up to the fridge, and begin filling up a huge glass with water. I bring the cup up to my lips, and slowly sip on the cool liquid, hoping it will help me feel grounded again.

I exhale deeply when I'm halfway through the cup. Going for my last gulp of water again, I fill my mouth with the rest of the water. My cheeks almost exploding from the amount of water in my mouth.

Suddenly, I'm absolutely- fucking-scared shitless as I'm poked in between my shoulder blades. I turn around in a shift motion, accidentally spraying out the water in my mouth- onto a shirtless Jude's chest.

My eyes almost bug out of my head in shock. My jaw slacks open when I observe the aftermath.

He can only look at me with a blank face. I can’t detect any emotion in his face, but he’s probably equally as mortified as me.

"Shit- sorry.." I blurt, turning around, and grabbing a kitchen towel. I scramble for a second, and start to vigorously..wipe.. his..chest..

I only realize I'm rubbing on his chest like I’m giving him a damn massage- mid-wipe and freeze.

My body goes rigid and my hands are resting on his now dry, naked chest.

I look up at him, only seeing part of his face with help from the dim lights in the kitchen. My breathing slows down, and he looks down at me in return.

I can feel my heart pounding in my ribcage, and I'm sure anyone within meters of me could hear.

His skin is soft and warm underneath my fingertips-

"I- was going to ask how the shower works.." Jude whispers, his warm breath hitting my face. I can make out his brown eyes peering into mine, a series of unspoken and caged words behind them.

His words make me stop breathing for a moment. I remove my hands off of him at lightning speed, the kitchen towel falling to the floor mindlessly and I step back immediately.

"Oh- yeah, sure. Follow me.." I scramble a couple words together, my brain working overtime. I walk up the stairs again. Leading him into the bathroom, noticing he had left the lights on, his discarded shirt on the bathroom counter.

"Here- left is hot, right is cold. This is the best temperature.." I instruct, pointing when necessary and don’t dare to look up at him as he stands behind me.

"This button is for the radio and this one for the ventilation.." I say, pressing some buttons to show him how they work.

"Okay.." He breaths out, his warm breaths hitting the back of my neck. I can practically feel his eyes drilling into the back of my head.

I finally turn to look at him, dragging my gaze up to make awkward eye contact with him.

"Anything else?" I ask, voice low and I begin fidgeting with the hem of my shorts.

"Not really..” He replies, sentence dragged out by his accent.

"Umh- okay.. laundry hamper is there. I'll be in my room.." I trail off, pointing my thumb behind me, and walk out of the bathroom without saying anything else.

I quickly clean up the mess I - no, he caused in the kitchen. I wipe everything down properly and grab my laptop and stationary off the dining table.

I carefully lock the front door and windows on the first floor, setting up the alarm and going back upstairs.

I can hear some noise coming from the bathroom. I begin averting my gaze, just in case Jude walks out of the bathroom half-naked again.

I finally get into my bedroom, jumping into my bed. I try to distract myself with my phone until he's done with showering. So I can finally wash my face and brush my teeth after a long day of studying.

Only, this time- my phone doesn’t seem to be all too interesting. Not even those brainrotting and attention grabbing TikTok’s.

Nothing, and I mean nothing- could distract me from anything that had happened within the past thirty minutes..

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xbabyd0lli3x · 1 day

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Hi, I have a request for a Spencer Reid fluff. After JJ confesses to him, his partner (preferably they/then) who works at the BAU finds out and is worried he will leave them due to believing they talk too much from friends outside of work telling them they are. If possible, could reader also have ADHD, it's ok if not. You can change anything you don't like or feel comfortable writing.

hi, this has been rotting in my inbox,srry but here

Spencer Reid sat at his desk in the BAU, his mind a whirlwind of thoughts as he went over case files. He felt a tap on his shoulder and looked up to see JJ standing there, a nervous look on her face.

"Spencer, can we talk?" she asked softly.

"Of course, JJ," Spencer replied, his brow furrowing with concern. He followed her to a quieter corner of the bullpen, where she took a deep breath before speaking.

"I need to tell you something," JJ began, her words hesitant. "I... I have feelings for you. More than just friendship."

Spencer's heart skipped a beat at her confession, his mind racing as he processed her words. He had harbored secret feelings for JJ for years, but he never imagined she felt the same way.

"JJ, I... I don't know what to say," Spencer stammered, his thoughts a jumble of emotions.

"I understand if you don't feel the same way," JJ said quickly, her eyes downcast. "I just couldn't keep it to myself anymore."

Spencer reached out and gently lifted her chin, meeting her gaze with his own. "I do feel the same way, JJ," he admitted softly. "I've felt it for a long time."

A smile spread across JJ's face, relief evident in her eyes. "Really?" she asked, her voice tinged with hope.

"Really," Spencer confirmed, feeling a weight lift off his shoulders as he spoke the truth.

As they stood there, lost in the moment, Spencer's partner approached, a concerned look on their face. They had overheard the conversation and couldn't help but feel a pang of insecurity.

"Spencer... JJ..." they began hesitantly, drawing the attention of the couple.

"Hey," Spencer said warmly, reaching out to them. "Come join us."

His partner hesitated for a moment before stepping closer, their expression a mix of apprehension and vulnerability.

"I couldn't help but overhear..." they started, their words trailing off uncertainly.

Spencer squeezed their hand reassuringly. "It's okay. JJ just told me how she feels."

His partner's eyes widened in surprise. "Oh... I see."

Spencer could sense their unease and immediately wanted to alleviate their worries.

"Hey, listen," he said earnestly, looking into their eyes. "I know you have ADHD, right? Sometimes my mind is all over the place, but that doesn't mean I can't focus on what's important. And what's important to me is you."

His partner's tense shoulders relaxed slightly at his words, a small smile tugging at the corners of their lips.

"I know," they replied softly. "It's just... hearing all those comments from our friends about how much I talk, I couldn't help but wonder..."

Spencer gently cupped their face in his hands, his gaze unwavering. "You're not just 'someone' to me," he said earnestly. "You're my partner, my confidant, my rock. And I wouldn't trade you for anything in the world."

Tears welled up in his partner's eyes as they leaned into his touch, feeling a rush of love and reassurance wash over them.

"Thank you, Spencer," they whispered, their voice filled with emotion.

Spencer smiled tenderly, pulling them into a warm embrace. In that moment, surrounded by the bustling activity of the BAU, they knew that no matter what challenges they faced, they would always have each other.

#strawberrytalks .⋆🪼⋆. ⭒#spencer reid x reader

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l0vegl0wsinthedark · 2 years

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You SMOOCH me?! You SMOOCH me like the affectionate fish?! OH! Face-glomp for benie! Face-glomp for beanie for one thousand years!

#i will literally bite you in the face #coming into my inbox and leaving me with LOVE?!#you will pay!!!!!#lilbeanz

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beanghostprincess · 3 months

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Thinking about Shuggy and Shanks actually just being in love with Buggy’s nose. It’s the cutest thing. When he was a teen he first tried to hide his feelings for his friend and pulled some , sometimes quite literal, pigtails to annoy him, often pointing Buggy’s, self perceived, flaw out to him to drive him up the wall, but in all honesty he really likes it. The crew goes out drinking and someone makes a jab at Buggy’s nose and the place is just roaring with laughter as the boy stomps away from everything, while Shanks just half mumbles into his beer that he wears it actually quite well.

It’s one of the many things about Buggy that he knows are ugly. Or so he’s been told. He knows Buggy is funny looking, not only the nose, but his face that starts to get more square as he grows up, his awkward stubble that doesn't seem to want to grow into a full beard, the lips that stretch too wide across his face, the ears that protrude a little from his head, the list goes on. People have been pointing out those things to him all the time, often mocking, sometimes soothing, because looks aren’t all that matters and Buggy also has other physical features that could be considered quite handsome despite those features. Shanks has decided that those people are idiots, because there is nothing about the way that Buggy looks that he doesn’t like. Not that he can tell him that.

Because if he told Buggy one of the best things about his kisses is just how he always has to smoosh his Nose against Shanks face to get a good angle, how it’s so endearing when he miscalculates and has to try again after realizing that it got in the way, how he loves how his ears go red when he’s embarrassed or flustered and that he wants to plant kisses all over Buggy’s weird looking face, Buggy would think of it as a joke.

So he just settles on watching Buggy get ready in the morning, how he puts his hair up in a ponytail and is already complaining about upcoming tasks, till he catches Shanks gaze in the mirror. His mouth curls into a slight snarl as he turns around to Shanks, a bit of patchy stubble sill dotted across his chin, his nose crinkles slightly in dismay, but it can’t hide the hint of self-consciousness in his voice when he asks “What?”

“Nothing.” Shanks answers, hugging his pillow closer to himself as he rests his head on it, smiling at the clown. “You’re just looking handsome today is all.”

The last line,,, I am sobbing,,, This made my heart do so many fucking backflips I am shaking and crying and curling up on the floor.

Shanks literally loves everything about Buggy. He doesn't even understand why people say he's ugly, they just say it and he just assumes that they're either stupid or that beauty standards suck ass. Because to him, Buggy is the most gorgeous pirate he's ever seen. Ever since they were kids, he has always been fascinated with him. He's always found his face captivating, and while they grew up, he started to find his whole body captivating and gorgeous. He's so down bad and he does not want to get up, really. He wants to stare at Buggy for as long as Buggy lets him. When people laugh at Buggy for how he looks, Shanks always fights them. Or he goes away too to be with him because he despises the idea of leaving him alone. When they were kids, nobody in the crew took him seriously when he screamed at them. But now? That's the one thing you can't do around Red Haired Shanks. Do not disrespect Buggy. If a poor soul finds themselves unaware of that fact...... Pray for them.

He enjoys Buggy's beauty the way somebody would enjoy a piece of art. And it's quite funny how Buggy is usually so self-conscious about it and how much it bothers him that Shanks won't stop staring at him. But Shanks can't help it! He just feels at ease when he's looking at the clown. He reminds Shanks of when they were younger. He makes Shanks feel younger. And Shanks doubts there will ever be somebody that warms his heart as much as Buggy does.

#people literally come in here and leave masterpieces in my inbox huh #i love the way shanks loves buggy #it's so deep and so beautiful and it makes me want to cry every time #one piece #red haired shanks #buggy the clown #shuggy

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carlyraejepsans · 7 months

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you've made posts before about shipping charisk, but toriel is frisk's mom pretty much and chara was considered a member of the dreemurr family (frisk can call them mom, she calls frisk "my child", and she adopts them on the surface in some playthroughs) (it's said that chara and asriel were "like siblings" and it's implied that the "mr. dad guy" sweater that asgore owns was made by chara)

i am feeling like "oh no, if this person realizes that the characters they are shipping together are pretty much siblings and is doing it anyway, i will be disappointed and will have to stop liking their cool art" so i am really hoping you just do not realize

begging you people to go outside

#i saw the beginning of this ask when my phone was about to die and i spent the entire bus ride writing up an analysis #about why I don't interpret them as siblings and that there are dozens of valid readings of the characters and why that should be the case #and then i saw the rest of the ask and just deflated. like wow talk about a disappointment. your attitude is incredibly immature #I'm not wasting my analysis on something like this #either you like my art or you don't. whatever weird parasocial complex you built up about me is none of my business #love how you saw a post about how people CAN write fucked up stories as long as they're aware the topic is fucked up #& still decided to come into my inbox like ''i hope you just haven't realized that this topic is fucked up bc if you did and liked it anyway #it would make you Bad'' like if you disagree with the starting point of the discussion what are you even still doing here. leave.#answered asks #biscia hater moment

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shokupanko · 6 months

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←～（o ｀▽´ )oΨ Wizard Piko time!

I’ve come back to the land of the living (or undead?)

#vocaloid #art #fanart #vocaart #utatane piko #歌手音ピコ #trick or treat #happy halloweeeeeeen #I’m sorry for ghosting my inbox I was in my Halloween spirit #actually I don’t ghost anyone you guys just leave me speechless #okay jokes aside my mental health and physical health is declining #but I have ART I MUST SHARE #I love my baby boy sm #I missed my moots :(#OH I used a different brush this time :D #Mayu art coming tomorrow probably #crawling back in my grave now see you guys next year :)

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landwriter · 18 days

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hello my friend I miss u

Tumblr’s GIF search is the most terrible thing I’ve ever encountered but please imagine a big tacky WE’RE SO BACK gif, with like, someone kicking down a door and then almost falling over

#asks #thank you nonnie!#and this concludes all the lovely kind notes/wellness checks left in my inbox while i was away #i’m a big irish goodbyer when it comes to dipping out of online spaces #(mostly because i never really leave in the first place #just get busy!)#and i have NEVER come back to ppl being like ‘hey miss you hope you’re great’#i did not think my absence would be noticed!#thinking of my writing????#am going to have to grapple with that for a bit haha #sorry for being corny in tags but that’s The Landwriter PromiseTM #whether around or away i think you’re all never getting rid of me #not now <3

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brzatto · 10 months

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had a carmrich thought, have no carmrich friends to share it with and it's tearing me up and I thought "surely Blue Chicago Moon will understand even though the thought isn't quite Done yet" so.

Mikey left carmy the beef, right? And didn't leave richie anything. dick move, can you imagine the hurt

Except, by leaving carmy the beef, he kinda left richie carmy?

"i won't be there but you'll have eachother and you'll make it work"

i think there’s a certain sense of inevitability to richie and carmy’s relationship after mikey’s death. i might have said this before but i honestly don’t believe the ship would exist realistically if mikey weren’t dead and they weren’t put in this tenuous position with one another in the circumstances they’re left with. i just think if mikey weren’t dead richie and tiff might still be together, carmy probably wouldn’t have come home, the beef would never have been reenvisioned etc etc—it’s probably fucked up but mikey’s death is very much the catalyst to push carmy and richie closer, make them realize that their relationships with mikey and the grief they share is more similar than not, and that they depend on each other more than they’ve ever quite realized but also there’s this implication that they’ve actually always depended on each other that much but they’ve just never known the true extent of it until it’s been brought to light in mikey’s absence

#cryinggg at being referred to as blue chicago moon #also i need everyone to know i am the local carmrichist. i’m everyone’s carmrich friend.#leaving birdseed on the ground outside my inbox for all my lovely anons to come and talk to me about them #ask #carmy x richie #carmrich

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dirt-str1der · 1 year

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Do you consider any of the non protagonist yakuza girls well writen?

I think none of them had rights

#Thanks for the ask !#like you have to actively like girls to notice them theyre inconsequential #also who is this why are you sewing discorse in my inbox #i spelled discourse wrong. my mom ordered the dog trainers to train ollie right now because he is insane and hes eating soo many treats #not because hes a good boy but because they are tossing that shit at him #they were literally almost there with yasuko #i thought her story was so fucking interesting ...#like its really not a fault of the girls they are all pretty good characters in their own right #like we have a variety of them too. we had miss tatsu who was out there turning guys inside out but she randomly had to go get kidnapped in #order to complete kiryus training arc. like how funny would it be for the whole thing to be staged and miss tatsus like Lol good job kiryu #for passing my test. oh this guy ? yeah he did get the better of me but i kicked the shit out of him then roped him into my schemes. dont #you think practical application is more effective than training ? anyway theres nothing more i can teach you but you can come train whenevr #we didnt even get an in game appearance for yuko but apparently she was a massive troll but too cute to get into any real trouble #mirei was. . . i literally said ‘are you kidding me’ when they revealed what happened to her like seriously ? is this real ? they did #that ? like literally she should have been living it up in cahoots with katsuya and being so sexy and divorced forever. she should have #faked her death because every single parentsl figure haruka had leaves her. and god haruka like honest to god i love that she just ran off #like that i thought it was so kiryu of her to be an absent father. but also my friends have all brought up very good points which is that #haruka should NOT have gone back to morning glory like she should have stayed in ono michi with her loser girlfriend whos a boyfriend with #her new extended family and only go back every now and then to see her siblings honestly i hated that .... like girl spread your wings ..#choose where you want to roost stop going back !! just get out !!!!!! its literally okay to tell the rest of your family ‘i dont wanna wipe #your asses forever i love you guys but im out of here’. and god i .. as much as i loved y0 makoto should have left her shitassed husband #girl had a whole ass baby with him ... find someone better im sorry ..!!! like whatever i know that thst was the ‘best’ option for her and #she deserves financial stability and a rich doctor husband but she also deserves crazy sex with a girl with one eye #i think what yumi did was awesome but like. actually i have no complaints about yumi. wait no i do. kazama was a shitass for marrying her #off to that politician because he couldnt stand having a woman in his house. im now thinking of that unecessarily hot doctor from y0 wtf was #her deal. and god the unnecessarily hot cho-han lady from y5.. oh wait ako had rights. she fell in love with kiryu at first sight then got #over him which is literally the best thing a girl could do for herself. PLUS she throws molotovs and is generally awesome #i cant remember any other girl. oh yeah god reina. .. reina .... god milky though .... i think she was fantastic and i want her badly. and #yayoi fucking disappeared after a certain point in time and ran off to another city with her baby daddy and sugared him to open a bar #well its not canon but im certain thats what happened because she literally went radio silence like girl where are you ....

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singsweetmelodies · 1 year

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Katie, sorry to have a piarles breakdown in your dms but your charles pining after pierre post triggered me, zo

Charles gets a bf who is maybe blond and blue eyed and may or may not be a look like pierre if you blurred him

And Charles does love him, maybe more platonically, but really he just craves the intimacy with someone, someone who holds him, someone who kisses him, someone who cuddles with him. He knows he can't get pierre (I'm a ho for unrequited but requited love) so he will just settle for being happy instead of being blissful. His bf is more of a chill guy than like a possessive or agressive dude, he is just some guy who just likes charles.

Pierre never gives him the time of day like that (or so he thinks 👀), always busy running after his newest fling or invites him out other than their designated race week "catch up" dates. What charles misses though, is pierre giving him the look only reserved for him, the fond smile, pierre spending hours moaning to his mother, pierre secretly hating his bf but just accepts it (pierre wants to hate him, he even tries to justify it but bf just doesn't do anything, he is an average good guy), pierre drunk telling all of this to este who tells it to mick and somehow lewis finds out who gives charles sage but cryptic advice.

anyways, some day, something happens and bf isn't there to console charles who's on the verge of a breakdown over something and only pierre is there (who's also about to freak out seeing charles like this but controls himself) and helplessly asks "do u want me to call your boyfriend" and then charles looks at him with the most confused, earnest, tearful eyes and says "but you're here why would I need someone else" dumbfoundedly

(maybe that awful thing is someone trying to slip something in charles' drink but ofcourse pierre prevents it because he can never stop himself from looking at charles for more than 3secs and bees the caring protective guy he is takes charles home who hits with what actually happened at pierre's room)

OH MY GOD ANON PLEASE HAVE A PIARLES BREAKDOWN IN MY INBOX ANY DAY OF THE WEEK OMG 😍😍😍❗❗❗ this is AMAZING, oh my freaking word. yes to it all. just. YES!!!!! charles getting a boyfriend who looks a little like pierre bcs he craves the intimacy with someone but thinks he can never have pierre... GOD. that is one track that always slaps.

and i raise you: pierre, at some point when he's still a little in denial, starting to have flings with people who look a lot like charles. it starts with girls - gorgeous, green-eyed brunettes - but then it moves on to guys. maybe he doesn't even realise what he's doing at first, but when he's in a club or whatever, looking for his next hook-up... he singles out the people who bear a passing resemblance to charles if you were to blur them, exactly like you said. and maybe pierre wouldn't have realised at all, but then someone - lewis? yuki, in his blunt but kind way? - asks pierre why he's only been fucking people who look like charles lately. pierre tries to deny it, but then he thinks about it, and... oh, FUCK.

and then yes. charles' boyfriend. charles' sweet, but perfectly, incredibly average boyfriend. pierre can't find a reason to hate the guy, but by god, he can't stop thinking charles deserves better. charles is exceptional, after all! he deserves so much better than average. (maybe this is what he rants to his mum every single damn time she calls him)

and god. GOD. what if the awful thing that happens is indeed something slipped into charles' drink. and what if that something... is some kind of fucked up sex pollen drug. and maybe that's why pierre is desperate to call charles' boyfriend, but he's in another country. and charles needs help NOW. so pierre has to fuck charles, and fuck him good. and for both of them, it's the best but also the worst sex of their lives - for pierre because he thinks this is the only time he'll ever get to have charles like this and it's all fucked up, and for charles because he thinks pierre is only doing this because otherwise charles will literally die, and he doesn't actually have any feelings for charles.

and maybe afterwards - once he's made completely sure charles is okay - pierre apologises fervently and leaves. charles angsts over it for weeks. so does pierre. maybe this is where lewis gives the sage advice 💜💜 and finally, charles goes to confront pierre. "why did you apologise? why did you leave?" and pierre explains that he's still torn up with guilt. maybe he even called charles' boyfriend to explain and apologise (the boyfriend understood, but broke up kindly with charles bcs he Knows. he knew the moment pierre called him.) anyways pierre feels terrible about ruining charles' relationship, and that he technically made charles cheat, which is something charles as a person would never ever do, and... yeah it's just a whole MESS.

but then. charles touches pierre's face gently. "don't you remember what i told you that night? about not needing anyone else if you're there?" and pierre is like "yeah but you were literally dying of fever. you were delusional, obviously you didn't mean it." which makes charles swallow, and say, "but what if i did, pierre? what if i did mean it? what if i've always meant it?"

anyway. 😅😅😅. sorry to take your fricking epic idea and make it just fucking insane. ummmm... yeah. *sees myself out* thank you SO fucking much for the literally incredible pining-charles idea, though, anon, oh my fucking GOD, you are the truest MVP of all 🙏🙏🙏❤️

#asks & answers #anon #genius pierre anons #AHHHHHHHHHHHHH #god the way i fucking SCREAMED when i saw this in my inbox #INSANE. that's how this makes me feel. absolutely and irretrievably insane #(if you couldn't tell from this mad answer i gave 😅😅😅)#no i am properly sick in the head #BUT #just imagine the breath-takingly epic angst of that sex scene #charles burning up of fever and finally getting what he's always wanted #but he can't even enjoy it because its not real (he thinks)#THEN. maybe pierre looks at him a certain way when he comes... that loving look charles has always missed before...#and charles thinks Maybe #but then pierre leaves!!!#and avoids him for the next race weekend #and just. god. GOD.#it is crazy how much i desperately want to write this #just. ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. AHHHHHHHHHHHHH #FUCKKKKKKKKK #GOD #seriously anon you are a fucking legend for this #though you have given me a new WIP to almost certainly add to my list so good lord knows i probably shouldn't be thanking you #but nah. thank you. THANK YOU so fucking much for this omfg. you utter legend #🙏🙏🙏🙏❤️❤️❤️❤️#🦑🏎️ piarles #inbox fic 👌👌

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